Chapter Eight: SurrenderThey do not end up talking at all because he can't seem to stop kissing her, drawing her to him so he can deepen the kiss. His fingers touch her everywhere, peeling layer after layer of clothing as carefully as he can without moving her, tearing apart fabric when it is too stubborn to be peeled off.
He tastes like apples and honey and he kisses slowly, but purposefully, his hands never stopping, touching her everywhere.
The fall must not have been as terrible as they thought because all she can see are bruises on her skin and all she feels are little aches here and there. Or perhaps that is simply because she is very distracted by the way he is touching her, pulling her legs open and fitting himself between them.
"Such a beautiful little mate," he hums, kissing t
