Shura's growl echoed in his head, low and frustrated, but Zion didn't care. He refused to just give in to the beast's demand to fuck and claim without care. He knew what would happen if he did, Addison would get hurt. She wasn't ready to take him raw, not yet.
He might be proud of his size, but he wasn't a brute.
Addison wasn't just his mate to mount and mark; she was the woman meant for him, the one molded to complete him. And even though her body would eventually take everything he gave her, if he didn't prepare her, if he just shoved himself in out of hunger, he'd be tearing into her body, which would hurt her physically.
He wanted her to tremble under him because of pleasure, not pain. He wanted her moans to be filled with desire, not discomfort.
He wanted her to remember this as love, not just mating.
