Sabrina senses my mind wandering, and her eyes narrow as she pulls back slightly. "Are you thinking of her?" Sabrina hisses, her touch turning possessive. Her nails rake down my chest, marking me. "Prove to me that you've let her go."
I answer by claiming her mouth, pouring my frustration into the kiss. She tastes of sugar and peaches, different from the wild spice that lingers on my tongue from my last night with Talia. Fenrir's growls thunder through my mind, but I force him down, determined to prove my choice.
Sabrina melts against me, her body rigid bones where Talia was soft and curvaceous. Her hands explore greedily, mapping every inch of me as if staking her claim.
When her lips find my neck, her tongue traces patterns that make me growl. I surrender to pure sensation, letting physical need drown out everything else.
My cock pulses with feral desire, and as I thrust my hard dick into her wet hole, Sabrina’s moan drowns out Talia’s voice.
“Yes, Kael, yes,” Sabrina urges me on, “Harder!”
But even as I lose myself in Sabrina's eager moans, pushing into her harder with each thrust, Fenrir's rage burns beneath the surface.
An unbidden image of Talia flashes through my mind—the way she would look at me with those fierce eyes, how she'd challenge me even as she yielded. I force the memory away, burying it under duty and desire.