Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven
“Would you feel better if I said I only fell for your ass? Or the way your nipples harden in my mouth?”
“Zane!” I smacked his arm, heat flooding my cheeks.
He laughed softly. “I fell in love with your soul. That’s why everything about you is perfect to me. You are my mate, my moon, my Luna. No one else could ever stand in that place.”
His fingers brushed my cheek. Sparks raced over my skin, and I flinched back before I drowned in them. The look in his eyes dimmed, hurt flashing there, and guilt tugged at me.