I gasped, the feelings grabbing hold before the pictures did. Ender’s hand gripped my hair, just shy of pain as he pounded into me. The sun baked into our bare skin, and a creek babbled in the background, but all I could feel was him: his power, the force of how badly he wanted me. “Wife,” he growled. “Look how beautifully you take me.”
LOL at Locke and Kingston's mate visions being about family and love, meanwhile Ender's is about them fucking in the forest XD
