Cherished Hatred
She breathed out, putting her hand over my bare chest, feeling the pouding beats calling to her, looking away.
And honestly, It was rapturous to find her flushed.
“Thank you.” I whispered, brushing my lips over her ears, lifting her and making her sit on the ledge, putting my both hands on either side of hers.
“How did you control me?” I asked seductively yet sternly.
“I am your mate, idiot. I can do what others can’t, what you yourself can’t.” She muttered, looking away, holding the hem of her shirt.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked sadly, putting my hand around her neck, pulling her face close to mine with a gap of the breaths releasing my lips where present.
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