"I want to do it," I flinched, hearing those words, but it was more like my body reacted proactively.
Was I also looking forward to mating with him?
I think I was.
While he did use the excuse of making babies to want to mate with me, I knew that he was more into the heat that we created when our bodies were joined.
That pleasure, that brain-melting pleasure, that even I couldn't resist.
The instincts in us as primal beasts to be joined whenever we have the chance also played a big part.
I, as a female who wanted to have a male hold me, and he, as a male who wanted to hold the female he had marked, the female he had designated to be his world.
The female whom he would leave everything behind for.
"Oh, Fenric," I whispered as he drew closer to lick my lips.
He licked my lower lip, around my mouth, and then my upper lip. It was as if he were cleaning the mess that remained after I threw up.
