Before the demon Isad could use Nevaeh to attack him, Aron firmly wrapped his arms and legs around her body. Even when her head started to buck against him and her whole form writhe as it tried to free itself from Aron, he did not let up. “I am so sorry, ma moitié,” his heart broke when he felt her panic wash over him through the mate-bond.
Her sweet voice was once again distorted with Isad’s grisly demand, “Let me go!” Aron grit his teeth, hating how the demon was polluting everything beautiful about his kamará.
“No, my love. I’ll never let you go,” he managed to say as he fought against the amazing strength Nevaeh’s body was exerting. They had wrestled before; albeit, it was a playful wrestle when they messed around before or after s*x, but he hadn’t ever had a hard time subduing her
