Aria's POV

Raw moans rippled through my throat, scraping through the injury on my tongue. It was painful, but the waves of pleasure he was working into me with each thrust made it extremely bearable. I’d almost forgotten I’d lost my tongue, forgotten my pain from before.

We crashed onto the snow, tangled in a wave of passion and fur. He swung his back in time so he could bear the weight of the crash. A mild gasp of pain slipped from him, burning against my lips, as he claimed them and we ...