Amara POV
He smells so amazing. It takes all I can to contain myself as I take in as much of him as possible. He was large and stretched me past my limits.
“F*ck, Amara.” He growled as he reached for my bust and ripped what was left of the gown straight down the middle. I quickly pulled my arms out of the sleeves and tossed the dress aside.
I squealed when flipped me on my back, his c*ck still buried deep inside me.
The pain was still there, but I could feel it starting to subside and become replaced with pleasure. Like waves spreading throughout me starting from my belly. Every touch was cool against my skin, the sparks from the mate bond calming the heat within me.
He pressed his lips against mine once again; Goddess, they’re so soft. And the taste of him was everything. As he bega
