Ronan still didn't realize that he was hearing a voice in Arielle's head. Usually, if they communicated, only Arielle could hear Ronan's voice when he was in his wolf form, and Arielle would reply by speaking using her voice.
Arielle had realized it, but Ronan didn't give her a chance to speak or ask. The man was more focused on their current activities. She bit her lip while moaning in pleasure as she moved her hips. Arielle's movements weren't as wild as Ronan's. The girl did it slowly. With both hands on her husband's stomach, Arielle moved her hips up and down. When she was tired, Arielle would shake it in a circular motion.
Creak… creak… creak….
The wooden bed where the two of them made love continued to creak, filling in between their moans. The hut was much noisier. Usually, at night, Arielle would learn to control the fire in the fireplace before resting, but this time, she did something else with Ronan.
"Ah…"
