My Unfated Mate
Her moans morphed into screams and she came undone beneath me, her breathless pants charging the room.
Before she rode down her peak, my tongue parted her lips, diving into her mouth and hungrily exploring it, caressing hers as I sucked at her lips. I could never have enough of her taste, her smell, and the divine feeling of her. My fire angel, perfectly broken, yet I wouldn’t rest until I knew she felt healed, complete and perfectly happy.
I love you, Angeline.
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