Griffin held her through it, worked her through it, dragging every last second of it out until her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms.
Only then did his control slip. A feral sound ripped from Griffin's chest as his grip turned bruising, his movements sloppy.
"Mine," he growled against her skin. And then he followed Violet over the edge. He shot his load inside of her. The hot and thick seed spilling out around them.
Violet honestly thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn't.
With a sense of urgency, Griffin shifted, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. Violet knew at that moment, she was a goner.
The mattress dipped beneath her as her mate followed, one large hand gripping her thigh and lifting it over his shoulder. And the new angle — Goddess, help her.
It stole the air straight from her lungs.
"Mine. All mine." Griffin growled, completely animalistic as he drove into her deeper and harder.
