When Raymond entered me, I was overwhelmed and on the verge of crying out.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he gently nipped my earlobe. "Don't hold back," he whispered.
I couldn't help it; broken moans escaped my mouth uncontrollably.
I can't put into words the feeling that rushed from my feet, up my spine, and to my head. It wasn't just physical pleasure. It felt like our souls were merging.
An overwhelming desire to be one with him consumed me.
Does this mean I have a mate?
It was an experience I'd never had before.
That night, we were wild, and afterward, I could barely stay awake. My head was spinning, and by the end, I was so drained that I could hardly respond to Raymond.
I vaguely remember him lifting me, carrying me to the bathroom, and the warm water
