"Urgh!"
Those sultry words were the final trigger.
Zion almost let out a choked cry as his giant body arched in pleasure when a hot, violent splash of seed erupted from him, painting his palm and the cool porcelain of the sink white.
And right after the release, the primal urge flaring in his veins almost vanished instantly, along with that imaginary Earl of his dreams who was wrapped in his arms until a second ago, as well as his scent also evaporated.
All that was left was a damp sensation in his body, soaked in sweat, along with a surge of guilt and shame that hit his moral conscience pretty hard.
Zion snapped back to reality, with his orbs blankly at the sticky white evidence of his lapse in control.
The silence of the bathroom returned, heavier than before, when he quickly took off his clothes, rushing to the shower.
A long, distressed sigh fell off him while his shoulders sagged, making his giant posture a little small.
