EMMA
“Emma…” my mate breathed my name huskily before taking my lips into his and kissing it like his favorite meal.
He stopped, stood back, gazing down at me searchingly with a trace of uncertainty in his cloudy violet eyes. It seemed he was scared for me but he didn’t need to, I know the basics now, all thanks to Carla.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, holding my gaze with his deep and steady one.
I nodded and smiled up at him, hoping he wouldn’t sense how much pain was twisting inside of me.
“You have to have a safe word, Emma,” he muttered caressing my face gently, “So I won’t take liberties or go past your limits. I really don’t want to hurt you. But since you can’t uhm, speak, we can think of a gesture I would be able to notice on time.”
Carla told me about that one as we
