Katrina’s POVI kissed along the curve of his throat, slow and gentle, breathing in his scent—it was familiar, comforting, and it made my chest ache with how much I loved him. My lips found the spot where I had marked him during our mating ceremony, and I lingered there. The faint mark was still visible against his skin, glowing a little in the light.I pressed my lips to it softly at first, then again, a little harder, tasting the faint salt of his skin. He let out a low groan, his hand sliding up my back, fingers tracing my spine. The sound he made sent a shiver down my whole body. It was rough and full of pleasure, like he couldn’t hold it back even if he wanted to.“Kat…” he murmured my name in a breathless voice that made my heart twist. His voice was low, almost a growl, and I could feel it vibrate through his chest. I smiled against his neck and kissed the mark again, slower this time, enjoying the way his body reacted.His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling b
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