The Alpha Fated Mate
Drea moaned as he deepened the kiss, and when his hand brushed against the tips of her breast, exposed by the torn gown, she could only push against his hand, arching her back to fill his hand with her luscious curve.
She was drowning! Why hadn’t anyone told her kissing was this – this painfully exciting.
She was still moaning, her head tilted up, eyes closed when the Alpha pulled away from her. The cold wind kissed her already sore lips, showing her that the Alpha had withdrawn.
When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, an amused smile in his eyes, but his lips were solemn.
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