CJ, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Miami, Florida
CJ, Interstellar Bride Processing Center, Miami, Florida“I stand. No bed.” A deep, rumbling voice filled my head. My mind. My body. This body knew that voice. Knew it and shivered in anticipation. Somehow I knew this male was mine. He was huge. Not in his normal state. He had some kind of sickness. A fever that would cause him to go insane if I didn’t tame him. f**k him. Make him mine forever.
I felt the softness of a bed at my back—my naked back—and then I was hoisted up as if I weighed nothing. That was a joke because I weighed plenty. I wasn’t a tiny waif or a Victoria’s Secret model. Well, I was tall like one, just over six feet, but I had boobs and hips. Strong hands banded about my waist, spun me about so my back was pressed
