Bloodfang growled in Voren's mind. 'She isn't some fragile egg that'll crack apart. Make love to her.' Voren stood there, mouth half-open, no words coming out as Bloodfang added, this time softly. 'But easy, yeah? Gentle.'
Voren's mind flashed back to all the times he'd tried soft and sweet. His wife always ended up begging for it harder, her body arching like she couldn't get enough.
Now Seraphine's mouth was already on his, warm and hungry, her fingers tracing every ridge of his hard chest and arms.
She pressed closer, her soft curves rubbing against him in ways that lit a fire he knew he couldn't hold back for long. Her pheromones filled the room, sweet, needy, all his.
"Fuck," Voren muttered, voice rough. He grabbed her hips and pinned her down on the bed in one smooth move, his body covering hers. His eyes burned as he looked down at her flushed face.
"Don't come crying to me later if you're too wiped out for the full moon festival tonight."
