The Alpha's Private Affair
I forced the truth into Ahbaya’s skin, sucking hard until a deep blueish-purple blossoms onto the pale expanse of her neck, her breast, and back and tenderly caresses the soft jut of her hip.
“I love you, Ahbaya Bloodmoon.”
She didn’t reply, instead she trailed her hands on my back and her long nails dug on my skin. It aches and yet I let her do it, let her continue as if it’s one of her ways for her to mark me.
“I love you, I love you, Ahbaya, I love you forever and always.”
“Yael, please,” Ahbaya gasps and I wastes no time.
My tongue began to rove over her soft glistening skin—over places I’ve already marked and places I have yet to have my fill of again. Ahbaya shivers and turns onto her
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