Damon lifted himself on his arms to increase the gap between him and Talia and the moonlight hit her naked body, making her skin appear milky-white, nearly glowing.
His breath hitched. She looked like a Goddess with her hair spread on the grass like a crown, and her gaze full of lust and love directed at him.
"You are beautiful, Talia…", he spoke in a husky voice. "I can't believe you are mine."
Talia smiled dreamily. Silly man. He was the beautiful one.
She reached to touch his cheek, and her hand slid over his ear to caress his hair.
"I am yours. You are lucky.", she said cheekily, and he chuckled.
"That's one way to put it." He leaned lower and touched her nose with his before murmuring, "Do you really think that the two of us together was luck or a coincidence? After revealing the history of our wolves, I believe that we were always meant to find each other. Maybe not in the attic, and maybe not in the Red Moon pack, but I would definitely find you, kitten."
