Her breathing came in broken gasps, interrupted by uncontrolled moans.
With every movement, she was pushed another inch up the tree trunk.
Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her breathing grew uneven.
The world narrowed to moonlight, shadows, and the male before her.
Silas could feel it too.
The pull.
The certainty.
The ancient recognition that had haunted them from the moment they met.
The same ancient force that had guided generations before them whispered through her blood.
Then she pulled his head back.
Moonlight danced across his throat.
And once again, that ancient instinct inside her seized control.
Her fangs slid free while pleasure stole the air from her lungs. She was racing toward the edge.
Silas felt the way her body tightened around him with every movement.
Her eyes were half-closed. Rolled upward until only flashes of white remained visible.
Then they fluttered open again, her pupils narrowed to slits.
Her mouth found his exposed throat.
