The water of the Umbraflow was icy cold at night, but Corbin Crowley's body was burning right now—when the chilly river water rushed over his skin, it brought an indescribable pleasure.
He washed himself first, and after he was done, he didn't bother to put on his beast skin—just stayed naked as he gently washed Luna Sutton.
His movements were soft and careful, washing every inch of her body.
He suddenly realized that even though this plump woman was all soft and squishy, she felt amazing—the feeling was beyond words.
He used to not understand why the males in the tribe were so keen on mating with females.
Now that he'd experienced it himself, he honestly couldn't get enough.
His gaze accidentally landed on her pale skin, covered in marks he'd left—they looked especially striking.
His eyes grew darker, Adam's apple bobbing; desire stirred up in him again.
