Careful in his mounting of her, Zance mentally growled. His mate carnally sang to him as he thrust inside her. The raw bliss sank down to his bones, and scorched his one engorged bone.
Her delicate hands were captured beneath his, and his whole body vibrated with growls, with her name, Sherilyn.
With his knees pushed against the silky heated skin of her thighs, and against the backs of her knees, he kept her wide, positioned for his sliding, deep thrusts.
He'd wanted all of her tight little sheath gloving his rod, but in a way that wouldn't interfere with her mending. And, Zance had wanted to make certain their first mating took her to sweetest heaven and back.
His prior fucking passions with women, both with Dontoya and alone, had been frequent--wild and fun as rodeo riding. That suited him just damn fine.
That is, until the day, the moment he'd seen her, and his nostrils had caught Sherilyn's spicy-strawberry scent. Lusty howls burst from his inner wolf. His cock straightened toward the sky, and fired at the moon like an arrow.