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Her touch tent sparks through nie, even though the fabric of my shit.
This close, I could see the gilid Becks in her green eyes, count each silver eych.
“I want you to mark me,” she said suddenly
I Minked, exught off guard. “What?”
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“<b>Mark </b>me. Right now.” Her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, working them open with sure separated, no matter what happens.”
“Skye, we’re still in the mare, I usid, ratching her hands. “This might i be the right time
Sheughed, a sound <b>like </b><b>silver </b>bells. <b>“</b><b>What </b>does that matter? Chat love is teal whether we’re in a maze or a pce or standing under the stars. Mark me, Adrian
A thought track me then, making me hesitate. I want to mark you more than anything. But you still have a mate bond with tron. I don’t know if marking <b>you </b>while that bond exists would hurt you.”
Her green
shed with something I couldn’t quite identify. I don’t care.”
“No, Intes to me.” She cupped <b>my </b>face in her hands, her gaze intense. I love you. Only you. Not Leon, not anyone <b>else</b><b>. </b><b>You </b>are the only man I will ever lor, and I will never, never betray you.”
The ferocity in her <b>voice</b>, <b>the </b>fierce certainty in her eyes, shattered myst defenses. She meant it. Every word. But a <b>small</b>, nagging voice in my mind whispered that this wasn’t the <b>Skye </b>I knew–this boldness, this relenting pursuit, felt foreign, almost too perfect. Yet, as her hands slid up my chest, warm and insistent, my doubts began to blur, melting under the heat of her touch
“You’re sure?” I asked one more time, my voice barely above a whisper, warching her <b>face </b>for any trace of hesitation.
<b>Tve </b>never been more sure of anything in my life. She <b>pulled </b>my head down until our foreheads touched, “Mark me, Adrian. Make me yours in every way
that matten.<b>” </b>
My resolve crumbled. I captured her mouth in a <b>searing </b>kiss, pouring all my love and <b>desire </b>into it. She responded eagerly, her hands resuming their work on<fnc922> Follow current nov?ls on Find1Novel</fnc922>
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Let mefort you,” she whispered against my lips. “Let me take the pain away,”
Her mouth moved to my neck<b>, </b>kiding and sucking at the sensitive skin there. I tilted my head back, giving her better es. <b>My </b>wolf rumbled with pleasure,
wanting <b>more</b>.
Something’s wrong, a small voice in the <b>back </b>of my mind whispered.
But when Skye’s teeth grazed my throat<b>, </b>all rational thought fed
She <b>pushed </b>my shirt off my shoulders, her hands exploring the muscles of my arms and back<b>. </b>Everywhere she touched felt like <b>fire</b><b>, </b>burning away the grief and guilt until only desire remained.
I captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply,‘She tasted sweet, like honey and summer ra. My hands tangled in her silver hair, holding her <b>close </b>as our tongues danced together.
he pressed <b>against </b>me, soft carves molding to hand nes. The scent of <b>her </b>arousal filled my nostrils, making my wolf <b>pace </b>restlessly. He wanted to im
<b>her</b>, to mask her as ours forever.
When <b>she </b>pulled back to catch her breath, het lips were sollen from our kisses. Her eyes had darkened to forest green, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Touch me,” shemanded, guilding my hands to her wait,
I obeyed, sliding my palms up her sides, feeling the heat of her skin though her shirt. She arched into my fou
with a mh main that nearly undid me.
My mouth found her that, kissing the spot where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. She tilted her brad, offering me better ess, offering me everything.
“Do it,” she breathed. “I need to feel your teeth in my skin, your im on my soul,“
Myngs dropped, responding to her plea. The unge to bite, to im, was overwhelming. My wolf hauled his approval, desperate to bind her to us form.
I kissed lower, following the elegant line of her throat is where it met her shoulder. The perfect spot for a mating mark. My teeth scaped at her skin, not breaking it yet, just teasing.
“Please, Adrian,” she gasped, her hands gupping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. “I need you I need this.
Her body pressed closer, her hips grinding against mine, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my vision blur. She was relentless, her hands sliding under my waistband, her touch bold and unapologetic, pulling me deeper into the haze of desire.
My mind was melting, drowning in her scent, her touch, her voice. Nothing existed but Skye and the primal need to make her mine. My fam pred harder against her skin, ready to pierce, ready to im.
A <b>voice </b>cut through the haze of lust like a de <b>of </b><b>ice</b>.
I fraze, my teeth still against Skye’s throat. That voice. I knew that voice,
Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled back and turned toward the source of the interruption.
Another Skye stood in the doorway.