Nancy hadn't been exaggerating when she warned about the mating fever. It was relentless and all-consuming. It was the evening of the second day since they'd escaped their captors, and yet, they hadn't moved an inch from their clearing.
And yes, they'd been having sex all day.
There had been pauses, of course with brief intervals to sleep, to eat, to breathe. But every moment in between had been spent locked in each other's arms, fucking. There was something magnetic building between them, a connection that fed and strived on physical intimacy.
Violet could think of nothing else beyond her mate. Griffin practically consumed her every thought, and the mating bond had her in a frenzy that she didn't want to be saved from.
So it was no surprise that she was on top of him now, straddling him with wild abandon, riding him like her life depended on it. Her thighs burned with effort, but she didn't stop. No, she couldn't stop.
