Awakening The Sliver Wolf
Mia’s shoulders slumped, and she was left breathless, tears gathering in her eyes, but they didn't fall.
“It's you, Mia. Only you. I don't care about a mate that isn't you. I don't care about other hands touching me; that isn't you. If it's not your lips whispering my name, then I don't care about it. If it's not your hands bringing me to ruin and salvation, then it's nothing to me. If it's not your warm paradise I stayed buried in, thrusting in and finding heaven, then, Mia, I want nothing to do with it.”
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