67. Curing Michelle

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Michelle POV Kissing and getting a good f**k from my mate has got to be my new favorite thing of the morning; last night, we had a lot of emotions. It was hard to keep our emotions positive when too much was happening; everyone was about to wake up. My mate, however, decided to wake me up with morning wood, and it was glorious. Purring him as he cuddled me had us both hot and ready for another round, “do we have time for one more? Will I stay quiet? Anything, please, baby?” I made my puppy eyes, and he laughed, “I love you, baby; you sure you know what you are asking for?” He growled and kept biting my neck where my mark was; my moans were hard to keep down, and my mate loved it as I felt a second-morning wood rise. “That’s what I want; let your moans out, baby, move and sit by the edge

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