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he murmured, voice a caress against my spine, “there is no need for uncertainty. I will answer any doubts you have.” He wasn’t used to this. I could feel it in the tension of his body, see it in the tight control around his movements. He was a man accustomed to obedience, not vulnerability. Politeness looked strange on him, like armor he didn’t quite know how to wear. And the worst part was… it drew me in even more. But doubt clung to me, stubborn and unyielding. Nala hadn’t confirmed anything. My delayed senses always failed me. Until she said the words—He is your mate—nothing was certain.

Unruly thoughts crawled inside my system and one being the sexual tension between me and Zakael. I shook my head repeatedly, gripping the sheets as I sat up. Frustration written all over my face. Now, I’m thirsty. I had no choice but to get up and fetch a glass of water downstairs. So I left the bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs. My black robe falls behind my heels as I take careful steps.

What if someone comes in? Locking the door, she lowered the dim lights. 'No one is coming. Now, you're mine.' She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her thighs warm over my trousers. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, her gorgeous breasts slipping out—no bra. Dark, erect nipples. 'Look at you, all tied up and hard for me.' She reached back and grabbed my cock, I moaned and bucked my hips. 'Please...'