Carrying me inside, I felt like one of those brides you see in the magazines. He held me close, nudging the door open with his foot. Alastair had promised me a tour, but right now, that was the last thing on my mind as he walked with me straight to the primary bedroom. Gently setting me down, his lips found mine once more. Kissing me tenderly and sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel a heat rising in my body. I am sure he could smell my arousal. I could smell his.
"You okay with this?" he asked, "We're marked, mated in the eyes of Pheobe. I want you to be ready if you are not ready for this step. I will be okay. I can wait."
"I am ready. I want you." I replied, sliding my hands up his chest and around his neck. He leaned down, his head turned slightly, and our lips touched; my
