Voren lowered Seraphine onto the thick, luxurious furs spread over the mattress inside their cozy tent, treating her like she was made of the finest glass even as the scorching, filthy heat blazing between their bodies threatened to consume them both.
The air inside the tent was thick with the scent of their pheromones, musk and desire hanging heavy around them.
Voren settled right between Seraphine's trembling thighs, his broad, powerful frame looming over her as his hot, hungry mouth found one of her stiff, aching nipples.
He sucked it deep into his mouth, warm and wet, his tongue swirling and flicking relentlessly while his teeth grazed just enough to send electric sparks shooting straight down to her dripping core.
Her entire body jerked violently, like lightning had struck her straight through the spine. "Oh fuck, V!" Seraphine cried out, the intense pleasure ripping a raw moan from her throat.
