For a second, the air in the living room grew thick, charged with an electric tension that silenced everything but the ragged cadence of their breathing.
Natalia hovered over him, her arms locked straight, muscles trembling under the sheer weight of her restraint as she waited for Arthur's body to adjust to the sudden, invasive stretch.
Her breath came in harsh, jagged gasps, her pheromones flaring so fiercely they seemed to shimmer in the dim, amber light of the room, casting an intoxicating haze over them both.
"Natalia... please..." Arthur sobbed out, the sound a broken, ragged moan against the cushion. He arched his back, a silent, desperate prayer for her to finish what she had started, his hands gripping her shoulders with such intensity that his knuckles turned white.
That sound was the final catalyst. The last dam holding back Natalia's primal instincts shattered.
