Thea’s moans echoed off the walls, and it was all Wilder could do to keep the feral beast within him at bay as he fucked her, her feet by his ears, his own pleasure building and building with every thrust. He drank in the sight of her breasts bouncing, of the hand that drifted south, down her body to her clit. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, so sensual, as watching Thea touch herself while he pumped hard inside her, over and over.
