NARRATOR

Silas stared, obsessed, at the woman riding his body, giving him so much pleasure that he was left panting and moaning with lust.

Every time that wet sheath swallowed him and spat him out, he thought he could see the stars and the entire firmament.

Sigrid leaned over his chest and quickened her pace, her hips rolling sensually, her firm buttocks bouncing with each vigorous thrust.

Silas grabbed her tender breasts, caressing and kneading them lasciviously. In a swift motion, he sat up slightly while she clung to his shoulders, fucking him deliciously.

He opened his mouth and eagerly sucked on her rosy areolas, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples.

The taste of her sweat drove him insane, her hurried moans, the shudder of her body when she came with his cock buried deep inside her.

"Silas!" Sigrid moaned loudly, spilling over him, her lips parted, her wolf pupils narrowing—she was on the verge of her heat.

She grabbed his moonlit hair, and Silas immediately exposed his neck