Page 96 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

I moan and swirl my hips, clutching at his back, his shoulders—anywhere I can reach.

“You’re mine now. Let me in, Honey. Let. Me. In,” he growls as he ruts into me.

“I am! Please, Graham!” I moan and hold on tighter.

He presses my legs open wider with his hands and—holy fuck—he slides in deeper.

No one has ever touched me like this. Made me feel this way.

Like my whole body is on fire for him—burning for him.

“That’s it. Mine. Mate,” he says but before I can question him, I feel something sharp against my shoulder.

The sting is quick.

Barely more than the prick of a needle.

But what follows?

Nothing could have prepared me for it.

White-hot heat races through my body, flooding every nerve at once.

It steals the air from my lungs.

My pulse pounds wildly in my ears.

The world tilts.

This isn't just pleasure.

It's something else.

Deeper.

Raw.

Primal.

As though every part of me has suddenly awakened all at once.

The intensity crashes over me in wave after wave until I can't tell where I end and Graham begins.

It's too much.

Too pure.

Too overwhelming.

My vision blooms white around the edges.

The forest disappears.

The lake.

The breeze.

Everything fades beneath the force of what I'm feeling.