Not sorry (Wyatt POV)

“What did it feel like to you?”

She took a deep breath, “Like your body and mine were connected. I felt my climax building, but when your fangs broke my skin, I could feel yours too.”

“Did it hurt?” I silently prayed to the goddess that it didn’t. I never wanted to hurt Felicity.

She lifted her head off of my shoulder, “That was the most amazing feeling in the entire world. There is nothing that I could describe to compare it to. It was more intense than when you marked me.”

I breathed out a sigh of relief, “Thank the Goddess.”

She giggled, “Thank the Goddess.”

For someone who’s heart no longer beat, I felt alive. I felt like someone had electrified me.

“Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

She hung her head, shaking it slowly, “Wyatt, I love you, but you can be so stupid sometimes.”

I put my hand to my chest in mock sadness, “I am deeply offended,” I paused as she lifted her head and quirked a brow at me, “I just want to make sure I’m not robbing yo