But none of that was making me feel repulsed~ … NONE~ OF~ IT~ … It is more like a blissful feeling.
My eyes rolled back as I arched my body. That was when he decided to let go of my mouth, but his hands were still holding onto my cheeks. I panted and gasped heavily, but the others didn't stop.
After a while, catching my breath, I finally mustered the courage as well as some strength to speak up. My voice gravelly hoarse, "Who~ … are yo~u all? Why are you~ …. doing this to me? Why me?"
"Hahh~ …. Myra, ohh, my Myra. What are you saying? Has the pleasure mushed your memory, that you don't remember us? US?" the one oozing out the scent of sandalwood spoke, his voice came out gruff. "We are your~ .... of course your, destinedmates."
"Huhh? My wha~ ... des~ ma~ mates?" I mumbled. The word, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
