I'm still reeling from our little strawberry session. Never thought I would be into food-fetishes, but f**k!
That was hot!
Wait.
Did she say, Birthday?
"It's your birthday? Today?" I ask, trying to make sure that's what she said.
"Yes. I am now twenty-one." She answers me, her voice thick with fear.
"You, seem to really not be liking that fact," I say to her.
"He will find me today, Master Nicolai. He will stop at nothing to have me. Especially on this day." Camila says to me, with tears in her eyes.
I growl loudly.
"That fucker will never lay a finger on you again, Camila. I have told you this. You have me now. Here, you are safe." I reassure her.
She looks down and she plays with the sheet on the bed.
I pick her chin up and make her look at me.
"Camila, I have lost one mate.
