Fenrir watched her trying to come to her senses after what he had just done to her, and a part of him was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to remember to control his strength with her. He desired her too much, and it had been too long since the last time he had her. His whole body was burning just at the mere sight of her, uncontrollable flames coursing through his veins.
Astrea’s naked chest rose and fell as he brushed his fingers from her core to her navel and up to between her perfect perky breasts, finally resting on her neck.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she tried to focus her gaze on him. “Eyes on me at all times, Astrea.”
This was the only way. He needed it. He had to have those eyes to trace his every movement because he would remember how fragile she was as long as she did th
