Chapter 170 Sign Of The Gods

• I tilted my hips back, wanting to feel him more deeply. Harvey roared, scratching my skin and biting my back, alternating between sucking and kissing.
• “Luna, you are wonderful!” He roared breathlessly, intensifying the movements.
• Despite the cutting air, the cold was no longer present. The heat of our bodies could melt even the surrounding snow, which became our bed. My fangs were prominent, claws extended outward, as I moaned and howled without restraint. Perhaps King Lycan was right—the whole world would end up hearing us because we were engulfed in wildness.