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My heart swells in my chest. Ivy's currently sleeping in my arms, bundled up close to me.
I'm helpless to do anything but watch her. Her lips parted, her dark lashes resting on her cheeks and the little furrow between her brow showing itself every so often.
I'm surprised Jaxon was so calm while she was riding me. Instead of an overwhelming urge to mark her, he was satisfied with the fact that she was enjoying herself and taking charge.
His contented purrs overrode my thoughts once I came down from my climax.
Even now he's preening. He's so friggin smug. I can't tell what's in his head since he isn't sharing his thoughts but he's really pleased with himself.
I guess I can't blame him. The fact that I pleased my mate has me pretty proud of myself. I guess I did care with ot
