221. SHE-WOLF INSTINCTS
SIGRID
A hoarse moan escaped from deep in my chest.
My body arched upward, legs spread wide, my head hanging over Silas's shoulder.
My toes curled and flexed, pressing against the bottom of the tub.
One hand clutched the edge while the other moved rhythmically, splashing water outside as it guided Silas’s hand underwater. I dug my nails into his wrist, pushing him to thrust into me exactly where I needed it.
“Faster… Silas, more… ahh, right there, yes…” I moaned uncontrollably, my mind blank, b