Remember that he was real and not a dream. Remember the look in his eyes as he stared at me as if I were the most precious thing in the universe. The way his whiskers were coming in quickly. How warm and solid he felt beneath me. How gentle his hands were in comparison to how ruthless he was on the battlefield.
And suddenly, one more night with him seemed like the biggest f*****g mistake I’d ever made in my life. How was I supposed to walk away? I loved him. It was the truth. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a mate. Strong. Honorable. Caring. Dominant. A s****l maniac and absolutely loyal. Having to walk away from this was going to feel like ripping my still beating heart right out of my chest and stomping on it with combat boots.
He leaned over slightly and it was then I saw the sec
