His gaze dropped to the exposed skin of her neck, and a guttural growl rumbled deep within his chest.
The urge to mark her, to claim her as his in a way that transcended words, was a powerful one. But as his fingers grazed the delicate skin of her neck, a flicker of reason sparked within him.
This wasn't the time. The memory of her ordeal, the fear that still clung to her like a shadow, stopped him short. Marking her now would feel like claiming ownership, not offering comfort. It wouldn't be a gesture of love, but a response to a primal need fueled by the intensity of the moment.
Kate moaned as Deimon's strokes became faster and Kate screamed as her o****m crashed over her, her body shaking. Deimon's hands on himself became faster and he collapsed onto Kate as he came. His breath hot a
