Gideon’s POV
In the light of the full moon, the woman beneath me was transformed. Her skin, pale as milk in the moonlight, her lips parted as she panted for breath in the aftermath of pleasure. Every part of her called to me, whispered urging words to claim, to cover, to commit crimes of decency with her body.
She was the most intoxicating wine I had ever tasted, heady and strong. We were still fitted tightly together as her internal muscles locked around me, milking me dry with the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm. Sweat dripped from my brow to the moss below my hand next to her head.
Her claws had scratched furrows of desire along my back, and they stung with the salt from my skin. I loved that she had marked me in this way.
She turned her head to the side and my eyes locked onto the
