The pain of a thousand needles claimed Zamson's neck. A familiar pain triggered his rage. He groaned. Hard. That rage gripped and slammed into Naia's center, her hips rolled into his pelvic fury, her cries muffled beneath the flow of his blood plunging down her throat.
She needed this.
Memories flashed between lust-hungry minds. Memories of pride, pain, joy, dominance, power flooded their busy skulls. Naia focused on making sense of him, ignoring his life as a street racing sensation to find what she demanded of him most.
Memories of fire and wrath.
It came to her. The vision. A roaring inferno beating her like a drum. And within that booming inferno stood a beast far worse than man. A beast whose eyes burned hotter than a million suns, howling beneath a red moon. The howl was beyond that of wolves; it set Naia off as another wave of pleasure caused her to release his neck and shriek sheer bliss.
In fact, she released him, too.