Gaven
I look down at my little mate, and I can't believe that she is mine. Everything about her is perfect. From her pouty lips to the way her hair falls around her face in a perfect halo. I can't take my eyes off her, not that I would ever want to.
"Gaven," she whimpers my name.
Her fingers curl into my shirt, and she tries to drag me closer. I smirk as I resist against her. I promised to take my time, and I plan on it. I have never wanted anything more than what I want in this moment, and I want to savor it. I want to commit it all to memory, and if I move too quickly, I might miss something important.
I lower myself onto her, just enough to nuzzle my nose in her neck, inhaling her scent.
Wildflowers.
It isn't something that I thought I would ever consider as sexy, bu
