Diana
When I wake up the next morning, I am alone in bed. I stretch languidly and curl up in satisfaction. The events of last night begin to replay in my mind and a grin splits my face.
I have another mate!
Better than the other one too!
And he actually wants me. He LIKES me!
I cover my mouth and giggle out loud.
He says that not even the gods can make him let me go.
I squeal and roll in bed, making a mess out of my hair and tangling myself in the sheets, but I’m too giddy to care.
He had held me so tenderly too, his words of unwavering devotion echoing in my heart. The memory of his fierce declaration - that he would never reject me, that I was his and his alone - sends a delightful shiver down my spine.
He’s so handsome… and strong… and dominant… a dreamy sigh escapes me and I’m glad that I’m alone because I can imagine how silly I must look right now.
When I finally force myself to calm down.
I sigh again… but this time in disappointment… I miss him already…
I look
