CHAPTER NINETY FIVE
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Drakar growls low in his throat, swooping his head down at Daela, his hungry eyes linger briefly on Daela's doubtful face before his lips claim his mate's own in a possessive kiss.
Daela gasps, taken aback, but Drakar's wet searching tongue only slides forward. Although Daela has seen other people kiss often, this is the first time she's experiencing it.
Her astonishment vanishes when Drakar deepens the kiss; Daela is unable to breathe, her lungs feel crushed, and the low, hungry impatient sounds Drakar makes in the back of his throat cause Daela's own stomach to tighten.
It's like he's eating me whole with his tongue, is this also part of mating?!
"Too deep... Can't breathe..." Daela manages out breathlessly, her smaller palm pressing hard against Drakar's chest to halt him.
