The Lycan King's Branded Mate
His touch was a caress, a promise of something more, something Kazia had only dared to dream of.
She allowed herself to surrender to the moment and to the intoxicating sensation of being wanted for who she was, not just as a possession but as a person.
Their lips parted, and Kavan's warm breath fanned over Kazia's skin as he trailed kisses along her jawline, igniting a shiver that traveled down her spine. She tilted her head back, granting him access, her eyes closed as she drowned in the sensations he awakened within her. Every touch and every kiss felt like a revelation, a reminder that there was more to life than the darkness that had enveloped her.
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