AARYN
An unholy growl began in his chest as he took her, as if the beast within was speaking, calling for her. Aaryn gritted his teeth and thrust into her, a bold invasion of his own.
He feared he'd been too quick, too fast. But Elreth's head dropped back and she cried out—with pleasure, not pain—and he slid home to the hilt, her body already ready for him.
He called for her in sheer joy of being joined again. Frantic and desperate, he'd curled one hand under her neck, the other holding that leg high, keeping her knee pressed up and back.
"Aaryn! Oh fuck!" Elreth gasped. One of her hands clapped to his shoulder, the other grabbing for his thigh, pulling him in even as he gripped her tighter.
