SLOANE
"Again?" I teased softly, my voice barely more than a breathless whisper against his lips.
Rika’s eyes darkened until they looked almost black, the wolf rising so close to the surface I could feel the heat rolling off his skin. Without a word, he flipped us, pinning me beneath his massive, heated body. His thick c**k, still hard and slick with our earlier releases, nestled between my thighs, sliding torturously through my c*m-soaked folds.
He kissed me like he was starving — deep, slow, and filthy. His tongue invaded my mouth, stroking mine in lazy thrusts that made my core clench with anticipation. I moaned into him, nails raking down his broad back, feeling the ripple of powerful muscles under my fingers. He rocked his hips, rubbing the thick head of his c**k against my swolle
