The Daughter Of The Moon
She says with soft but determined eyes.
I don’t answer, but kiss her hard and long, and she kisses me back. Ayla surprises me by putting her hands under my shirt to run her hands over my stomach, making the sparks from the matebond intensify, and it feels amazing.
I slowly pull her shirt over her head, so she sits in front of me, only in her bra. I do love seeing her like this, and in my eyes, she is absolutely perfect.
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AYLA
This wasn’t how I imagined it would be when he marked me. But in this moment, I don’t care how he does it, as long as I don’t lose him.