Phei let his eyes fall shut, head resting back against the cool mirror, surrendering completely to the storm that was Valentina.
She felt the shift immediately—the way his body relaxed under her teeth and claws—and it unleashed something even wilder in her.
A guttural growl vibrated against his skin as she attacked him again, more frantic, more possessive. Her mouth was everywhere: sucking bruises into the thick muscle of his shoulder, dragging her tongue down the groove between his pecs, biting the tender skin along his ribs hard enough to make him groan.
Nails raked down his sides, over the flare of his lats, scraping red lines that burned deliciously.
