Ophelia might be cold, but Elijah was on fire.

He didn't know how far they would go. He wanted so much to control himself, to behave like a gentleman, but he wasn't made of iron, and when his mate kissed him so passionately, his brain short-circuited.

Instinctively, seeking her own pleasure, Ophelia began to move on top of the Alpha's huge body beneath her.

Since their last encounter in the car, she had become obsessed with him, even if she didn't want to admit it, and even touched herself in the bathroom at night, thinking about all the exciting things she had experienced.

Elijah felt his little Omega's hot sex constantly rubbing against his stiff shaft.

The wetness was evident between the two of them, and each time, more and more fluids of desire came out at the intimate spot where they rubbed against each other.

Elijah pulled away from Ophelia and lay back on the blanket, propped up on his elbows and his strong torso, all tattooed, just looking at her and letting her make a mess of