Rayna’s POV
I thought I had nothing left in me after he’d wrung me out, body trembling, soul still humming with the echoes of our bond. But the way Damon looked at me now - hungry, worshipful, silver eyes burning with possession - my body ached all over again.
He brushed damp hair from my face, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. “One more,” he murmured, voice husky with both exhaustion and desire. “I need to feel you again. Slow this time.”
I could only nod, my chest rising fast, my wolf already stirring with heat.
He kissed me first, deep and languid, his tongue sliding against mine with unhurried devotion. His hands roamed lower, mapping every curve as though he’d never touched me before. When he entered me again, it was slow, deliberate, filling me inch by inch until I was gasping a
