Titus nipped the mare’s neck hard. He growled into her coat, thrusting into her so hard that her entire frame was rocked. Coldheart’s mouth was wide open, her eyes wide and unfocused as she stared up at the ceiling. Her mane stuck to her sweat-soaked coat, covering one of her eyes. Titus, seeing this, reached up and tucked the bit of hair behind her ear before giving her a kiss on the lips.