31. Early hour

I’m not sure what taste lingers in my mouth right now. Her skin, her cunt or her blood. They all mix together in my mouth and despite the fact I still did not get to fulfill our mating bond, I am content and peaceful right now. My mate is sleeping on my chest, on the world's most uncomfortable sofa.

Her head is tucked right under my chin and my arms are wrapped around her as she has slipped under the blanket, resting her naked body right on top of mine. The mesh set of underwear has been long discarded on the floor and she now wore multiple bitemarks and bruises I could not stop myself from putting on her skin.

Despite the eagerness to consume our mating ritual, I knew I had to give her a break. She was so frail, my mate, that I was afraid she would break and unravel right into my hands if I pushed her too far.

There were plenty of things Knox found wrong with all this. He has not gotten the chance to feel and ride out his own pleasure. I was a madman for spending half a night pleasu