The silence between us was suffocating, thick, it was like smoke in the air.
My heart thudded painfulu in my chest, each beat is hammering out a rhythm that matched the pounding of his body against mine.
King Marcus's room felt too small, too confined, as if the very walls were closing in, suffocating us with the weight of everything we had just shared.
The scent of sex lingered, a heady mix of sweat, power, and something else that wrapped itself around my senses.
My body ached, I feel every fleshn trembling with the aftershocks of what Macus and I just done, but it wasn't enough.
Not nearly enough.
Marcus was still on top of me, his massive form looming like a God, the weight of his power pressing down on me, filling every inch of my space.
His golden eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, their like twin suns that could scorch you with a single glance.
There was no mistaking it, no one would dare to question it, he was the King of the Wolves, and right now...
