Mating and marking

Maddison P.O.V.

Standing in front of Liam in my underwear is more frightening than I ever thought. My instinctive reaction was to cover myself, but as he gently removed my arms and told me to not hide from him, I felt something warm wash down my spine. The heat in his gaze, and the way he looks at me like I am a goddess or something makes me feel so good.

He takes my hand again, making me sit on the bed. He kneels down, slipping my shoes off. I didn't put on the stockings, because I hoped this would be the ending to our evening, and the dress was floor length. He lifts my right foot up and kisses it. Then he does the same thing with the left foot.

“I worship the ground you walk on, angel. And I will kneel before you and kiss your feet every night to prove it to you.” I giggle at his dramatic antics.

“I believe you, you don’t have to do that.” I answer with a tender smile. The sparks from the matebond intensifies every time he looks at me with that heated and serious gaze of his. G