As my back was ruthlessly pinned against the hard oak log beneath me, Varg's body, steaming in the freezing air, crashed over me like a nightmare. But this was a hell to which I would gladly surrender my soul. His rough, wood-dust-covered fingers spread my legs even wider; I trembled the instant the dondurucu mountain breeze hit my wet skin, but Varg's massive, fierce heat between my thighs instantly slaughtered the cold.
"Four fingers, is that so, Luna?" he growled against my ear, his voice like a primal roar rising from the depths. He sank his teeth into my earlobe, biting down hard, and a wave of pleasure mixed with pain slammed into my core.
"Watch now what this mountain wolf will do to that shameless body you consoled with your own hands. Let's see if those fingers of yours will be enough to make you scream my name."
