5 Minutes of Compliance.

Caedes' eyes gleamed with a feral hunger as he absorbed Mariah's words and the challenge blazing in her silver eyes. Her defiance and the raw, unfiltered passion between them was a heady mix, more intoxicating than any wine. Her daring words earned her the gleam of fangs beneath curled lips as he grinned. This woman.

He watched her chest rise and fall, her breath hitching erotically in anticipation, and felt a surge of satisfaction. Every part of her response to him, every shiver and gasp, the proof of their intense connection. Gratifying. Utterly so. Her paws found their way around his neck, tangling in his fur, causing a shiver of his own run down his spine.

Her scent, a perfect blend of warmth and desire, was intoxicating, wrapping around him and drawing him deeper into his lust. Her surrender, the way she met his intensity with her own, always had a way of pulling the most primal, voracious parts of him to the surface. He drew back from her, eyes low, meeting the haunting silver of her own. His emeralds were dark with need, one massive paw coming to grip her right hip, aligning them with an effortless pull. And in one slow, fluid motion he rocked his hard length into her. Steady, forcing her to feel every thick inch as he bore down on her. A low rumble of greedy approval reverberated from deep within his throat as he tormented her, stopping only when she’d taken in everything he had to offer. But he had no pity for her in this moment, she had done so time and time again now, after all. But he never tired of the sight. His fingers wandered, down the flesh of her thigh, caressing her for a moment, nails digging into her tender skin as he watched her writhe with his own breathy growl.