“Y-yakir wait a minute.” she said her face bright red and her lips swollen from his rough kiss.
She looked like a Goddess. A s****l goddess that was the bright neon light of his life. 9 days could not pass fast enough at this point. “We don’t have a minute that little hickey has only made me want to mark you more. We need to leave this room, before you are unable to.” he said not taking his eyes off her but continuing his slow backward trek to the door. The overwhelming rainwater scent laced with frustration and arousal was intoxicating and suffocating all at the same time. When he finally made it to the door he opened and was grateful for other smells starting to filter through his mate’s. “Come to me Zirri. It's not safe for me to come to you.” he said, watching her physically snap
