Day Three dawned with merciless intensity.
The heat had evolved into something almost unbearable. Claire’s body no longer felt like her own — it was a vessel of pure fire and need. Every breath, every brush of skin against skin sent electricity racing through her nerves. She woke up already slick and aching, pressed against Xander’s feverish body.
Xander was barely holding onto sanity. The rut had consumed him completely. His emerald eyes glowed with wild hunger as he rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one large hand.
“Claire…” he growled, voice wrecked. “Need you… one more time…”
She didn’t have the strength to speak. She simply spread her legs wider in invitation.
He thrust into her in one deep, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Claire cried out
