My Mate, My Killer
I felt cold anymore after he withdrew himself from my insides.
“Come on, kid. Do what you want with me,” he breathed in my ear. But I just let him lead. “You do what you want with me.” Before I could say more, he brought his legs up between mine, bending them at the knee and spreading my own. His hand slipped between my legs, and I cried out, suddenly afraid, but he stopped and just rested there. Unmoving as he held me in his palm.
“W-What if…” I shuddered, his lips lingered on my cheek, breathing hard and hot. “Just imagine me as your mate.”