ZlataJulian's face lit up for a second — then he shook his head. "There's nothing I want more. But the healer was clear: no strenuous activity."I gave him a pleading look and whispered, "Then don't mark me. Just be gentle.""You'll be the death of me, angel," Julian groaned, scooping me into his arms and carrying me swiftly to my bedroom.He laid me down on the mattress as if I were made of glass, brushing the hair from my face, his eyes on mine."Angel, are you sure? Once we start, it'll be hard for me to stop."In such a short time, he'd become my everything, and I wanted nothing more than to become fully his."Julian, I want you."My words snapped the last thread of his restraint, and he kissed me — soft, loving, no demand, no pressure, only tenderness. The kiss deepened.His hands roamed my body, gentle, tracing every curve, claiming me with nothing but his touch."Angel, are you all righ
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