☉NARIEL
My name on his lips felt like a divine decree, so right, so perfect. His mouth parted slightly, his breathing shallow, his eyes already promising where precisely this was heading — that he was going to give me exactly what I asked for, however I desired.
A phantom wind hissed through us, a tang of his magic roared into my nostrils. “Make love to you—” his teeth grazed along my jaw, kissing. It was gentle—soft. “If that's what my mate desires now,” he whispered against my lips. Having him call me his mate with such a tone had me sliding my arms around his shoulders, opening my mouth to him, and his tongue slipped in, caressing my own.
But I got greedy—wanted more. Wanted to lead.
My hand left his shoulder to tangle itself in his thick, dark hair and he groaned as I pulled, ti
