Mike let out a rough, appreciative sound, his thrusts stuttering for a moment as he felt her teeth against him. When he finally pulled back slightly to catch his breath, their eyes locked.
The air between them was thick enough to choke on, charged with sweat, lust, and an unspoken, dangerous understanding.
Aveline looked up at him, her pupils blown wide until her irises were mere rings of color. Her expression shifted from feral to something almost pitifully needy.
She parted her lips, her mouth hanging open in a silent plea. A thick string of saliva stretched between her lips and dripped down her chin, glistening in the dim light.
Her tongue flicked out instinctively, wet and pink, tasting the air between them.
Mike stared at her for a heartbeat, seeing the raw, spoiled vulnerability in her gaze. Then, he let out a deep, rumbling laugh, a sound of pure, masculine triumph.
