The Red Moon hung in the sky like a swollen, bloodshot eye, staring directly into the Roxy's
Roxy tried to close her eyes, but Torian wouldn't let her.
"Look at me," the Tiger King commanded, his voice a guttural purr that vibrated against her chest. "Look at who owns you tonight."
He was heavy. He had solid muscle and heat, pressing her down into the Cloud-Goose mattress until she felt like she was drowning in silk and tiger musk.
When he had first dragged her into the room, Roxy had expected violence. She expected the "Feral" madness Mara had warned her about—claws, biting, pain.
But Torian wasn't violent. He was intense.
He was methodical, relentless, and overwhelmingly large.
"You are... too big," Roxy gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her with a slow, grinding rhythm that hit her cervix every single time.
Torian laughed through his pants, sweat dripping from his white-gold hair onto her face. "Well enjoy your time."
