"We should stop!" Aira told him, not seeing how sex was going to make whatever was going to happen at the werewolf realm easier for her. Logic tried to assert itself, even as her body resisted.
"We should!" Zyren responded, his voice much lower as he pulled back. For a brief second, she thought he would listen. But he had just done so when the carriage began to move.
Aira had just moved to get out of his lap when she fell right back, regardless of her reaction speed, which was much faster than a human. The sudden jolt stole her balance.
She had just moved to get back up just as fast when the next thing she knew, her body was being lifted off the ground and laid against the carriage seats, with Zyren hovering over her, an intensity in his gaze that she more than understood. It was dark, consuming, and familiar.
