907 The best way to wake up

Owen and Zina were lost in the throes of passion. Harder, faster, more… but what was more than what they were doing?

The headboard was clattering against the wall, and the hinges of the bedframe threatened to give in.

Zina was fighting to catch the smallest of breaths while her wolf amplified her frenzy. Owen's growls and grunts vibrated against her left ear, and she heard him say how she was fantastic and that he loved every inch of her. The stretch and the friction were boosted by the sparks of their bond that made her claw at his back in a fervent need to increase their touching surface.

Owen prayed silently for the strength to not pass out from sheer pleasure that shook every muscle in his body. How could a woman be so enthralling? Her every moan spoke to his wolf, her lustful song urged the demon in him to come out and corrupt her pure soul… to claim her as his, forever.

"Owen," Zina panted as he lapped at the left side of her neck.