CAMILLA
I screamed his name, body arching off the bed as he filled me, stretched me, and ruined me. My mind went white. He groaned above me, his voice raw, and reverent.
He didn’t move at first.
He just hovered over me, buried to the hilt, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. His arms trembled with restraint, muscles coiled tight like he was holding back a storm he barely had the leash on.
But then his eyes, gods, his eyes snapped to mine. Black, wild, and ferocious, and he broke.
Rhysand tore out of me almost completely, the loss sharp, jarring only to slam back in with a brutal, claiming thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs and sent a scream tearing from my throat.
“f**k!”
The headboard cracked against the wall behind us, again and again, but he didn’t give a damn.
