Third-person narrative
The morning sun splayed across her face and forced her to squeeze her eyes. Unlike other days, Kylie resisted the urge to remain in bed under the covers. And so she peeled her eyes open and welcomed the brightness of the dawn that washed over her skin.
Kylie was certainly in the best mood this morning. Just to make sure the mood stayed that way, she glanced over to her bedside, noting that the nightshade potion was still in place.
Today, she would claim what was rightfully hers. With the potion all over her body, Tyron would have no choice but to see his mate in her.
She could imagine him writhing beneath her and saying her name with every stroke he gave her. It brought more excitement to her face.
She wanted his arms around her, to smell his cologne all over he
