"Enzo..." Runa moaned over and over again.
Fu.ck! I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that. Never ever. In fact, I think I might be addicted to hearing it.
Is this how all mate-bonds are? All so... consuming? How are any of them ever able to part? How was my father-
No. I am not thinking about that right now. Not when I have my mate pinned beneath me. Her a.ss is perched up, pressing against me. I have both her arms, holding her so that she's hovering above the bed. Her hair has dried now and is a fu.cking mess. I feel a little bit bad about just how tangled it is.
Fu.ck, does my mate look hot though. Hair a fu.cking mess from me running my fingers through it and pulling it. Skin flushed from head to toe, making her look absolutely delectable. Those glowing eyes that are hood
