The Mark of Betrayal
Samara
As exhausted as I was, I couldn’t fall asleep until Roman was curled around me. Then we’d both fallen into a deep sleep.
I was awakened to my mate’s hands sliding over my hip, his hard length pressed against my back, and his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing me awake.
“Mmm, now this is my idea of how to wake someone up early,” I murmur, arching and pressing my backside against him.
“It’s been nearly twelve hours since I’ve been inside you, my love. Time for me to rectify that,” he says, sliding his hand between my thighs and growling when he finds me soaking wet for him already.
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