Chapter 18 What Is That Feeling?

• Rachel’s moans filled the room. She was on her knees on the sofa, with Philip behind her, moving fast and deep. From the way they were going, it was hard to believe Philip was injured. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her toward him as a rough groan escaped his lips.
• Philip tilted her chin, his mouth finding her neck, kissing the spot where a claiming mark would go. Like Zeus, he felt the urge to mark her in that moment. Being inside her, so close to her scent, was driving him wild with possessiveness, but he knew he couldn’t just bite her without explaining—it might terrify her.
• “You drive me crazy, Rachel!” His voice came out huskier, a mix of his own and Zeus’s.