Fyn couldn’t hold back any longer. Even if he had tried, he would have failed; he knew that to his core. Gripping her hips, Fyn began to move swiftly, uninhibitedly. He was claiming her in the only way he could at the moment. Claiming her body and bringing it to the brink of pleasure to make sure she knew who she belonged to.
Rowan was blown away by the power of Fyn’s passion. She couldn’t move, didn’t know how to breathe. All she could do was hold onto him and feel the exquisite pleasure slam into her over and over until she was soaring once more.
She collapsed against the mattress as Fyn let out a howl of completion and stilled above her. The world was a kaleidoscope of colors that she had never known existed. She was beyond sated by him. She knew that she died at that moment, that she would have known every sensation that ever had or would be felt by people.