Reylee
I spent the rest of the day holed up in the packhouse library, with a strange sensation running through my body, and he didn't want to let go. I felt restless and couldn't find any way to relax.
My body was uncomfortable in my skin, and I had often been hit by breaths of heat that I could not control.
Maybe I was going to die.
I hadn't heard from my Mate all day, and the feeling of unease increased when I was almost at sunset. I felt a discomfort between my legs, so much so that I found myself rubbing them against each other, hoping to feel a minimum of relief, in vain obviously because I had managed to handle it only when I had touched myself and, goddess, I was dripping.
I didn't understand what was happening to me; all I knew was that I needed my Mate, I needed to be f****d
