Dear fucking god. And just like that, all sense of control was gone.

His golden eyes went wide, pupils blown. All there was, was her. His Wisp. His wife. Every sound she made only spurred him further as the frenzy finally consumed him. Before he knew what he was doing, he flipped her onto her stomach. Surging forward, he gripped the scruff of her neck firmly in his teeth, a low, possessive growl rumbling from deep within his chest.

Paws found her curvaceous hips and pulled them upward. The size difference was comical in a way, but it did not make him falter. Lining his aching length with her soaked heat and brushing her tail aside, he thrust roughly, plunging deep into her.

The resulting snarl that left him was animalistic, primal. His hips quickly fell into a brisk pace, the sensual sounds of their connection making him damn near feral. She felt incredible; the way she clenched and spasmed around him, the sheer, soaking heat of her core providing all the lubrication he needed to hilt his queen.

His eyes fell closed as he anchored her hips with one arm and braced the ground in front of her with the other. Drool began to dribble from the corners of his mouth, his grunts and groans deep and needy. It simply wasn’t enough. Fuck, he needed more of her.