-Amelie-
Mason closed his eyes and let me do as I wished with him.
I use the chance to caress his cheekbones, his eyebrows, his chin, and his lips with my fingertips. And I thought, how handsome can a male be? The Goddess must have carved his face to be this good-looking. And he is mine; Mason Van Ryan is my boyfriend, my mate… mine, only mine.
He pecked my lips lightly with his eyes closed, and he opened them. They were black. He was no longer Mason, but Jax. The wolf wanted a kiss, too.
I lose myself in the kiss. Is it so wrong to want to kiss your boyfriend over and over again?
“Amelie…” He ended our kiss, panting. He had his arms wide open relying on the sofa, gripping it, keeping his hands away from me, while I pressed myself to him.
“What?” I complained,
