(Amaia)
The more Alnitak touches me the more intense the pain becomes in my thigh. The curse mark burns reminding me I can't be close to my mate.
But I ignore the agonising pain and focus only on the feeling of his lips and the brush of his fingers. This feeling is not new to me. Tarian and I had been physical many times but the possessiveness with which Alnitak is kissing me was always missing with Tarian.
Tarian took me as a duty, a means to an end. While Alnitak seems to hunger for me, even ready to consume me.
Fervent his kisses become and moan after moan leave me only to be buried in his mouth.
His scent has me surrounded like the first rays of the sun spreading over our world. Comforting and warming.
His hand wraps around my hair and pulls, granting himself more access to my mouth so he can ravage me to his heart's desire.
