Conall
“I want you to mark me.”
At first, I was sure I was dreaming or imagining those words coming from her. I wiped the tears that clung to her cheek, marveling at the mate the Goddess chose for me. I'd spent so much time thinking I was unworthy, and here was the strongest woman I'd ever known letting herself be vulnerable with me because she trusted me to hold her.
I wrapped my arm around her and dragged her against me, pinning her between my body and the back of the couch. I gently ran my fingers over the spot where her elegant neck curved into her shoulder, the spot where I would place my mark. Leaning forward, my lips caressed the same spot, replacing my fingers, teasing us both with nips and licks as her breath hitched and I could feel her body shivering in anticipation.
“Swe
