-Angela-
Elijah kissed differently. It was far less controlled, and I loved it just as much as I loved the desperation and hunger behind it. That didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the way Hunter kissed—no, with Hunter, he consumed me completely. He made the world disappear.
But with Elijah, everything felt so much more urgent, like we couldn’t wait, like it had to be now. Not that I minded, but even though a voice in the back of my head warned me that I could only have one mate, feeling Elijah’s lips on me made it hard to listen.
As he pressed his lips against my p*ssy, I couldn’t help but lean my head back, a soft moan escaping my lips. When his hands moved up my inner thighs, pushing my legs further apart, I eagerly obliged, opening them wider. I simply couldn’t control myself. I wanted him
