Her body hadn't even recovered from the aftershocks of her earlier orgasm.
Yet Levi gave her no time to adjust.
Each deep thrust dragged against her oversensitive walls, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her nerves until her mind began to blur again. Her thoughts scattered, melting into a hazy mush as her body reacted faster than her reason could keep up.
Her hips trembled.
Her fingers curled into the sheets.
Her breath broke into uneven, muffled cries against the pillow.
The more he moved, the less she could think.
It felt as if her werewolf instincts were slowly overtaking her, primal desire drowning out logic and restraint as her body instinctively arched and responded to his relentless rhythm. Every thrust pulled another shudder from her, her inner walls tightening helplessly as if welcoming him deeper despite her overstimulation.
