He held her to him as he thrust in and out of her from the back, her moans filling the room, becoming louder and louder with every stroke he'd taken. He could feel her ecstasy as her small body began to shake against him.
She lifted herself up and turned her face to kiss him, he obliged, kissing her as hard as his passion for her would allow. And even then, his feelings were forced. That passion...was waning significantly over the last few weeks.
In truth, there wasn’t much passion-or at least not as much as he should have had for his mate. Some part of him cared for her-else he wouldn’t have even gotten erected enough to get the job done. Or maybe, him being a dominant male of his species-it wasn’t as hard as he thought to be aroused by the opposite s*x. No, he knew that it
