Opal
Wrens words echoed in my head. I had enjoyed doing that to him, but it was more just physical pleasure. Much much more. I had made him happy. Not because I had let him do something to me but because I had happily gave him pleasure.
I didn’t want to sully the moment by asking him to touch me in return.
As much as I wanted to let him make my body sing as only he could , I wanted today to be about him. To prove to him that I did love him. Even if I kept refusing to be his mate.
Encircling his neck I turned on his lap, my legs either side of his hips. Leaning forward I kissed him softly. “No.”
For a second he stared at me confused. “No to what?” His eyes never left my face but his hands had already started to wander. Over, my back, around my sides, brushing against the underside of
