Benedict
Everything was perfect. I had planned tonight to make sure it was perfect. I meant what I said to Sloane about our parents screwing up their mate bond. I have no intention of ever messing things up with Sloane. She’s too perfect.
I didn’t want to rush anything, so even though she was practically begging me to slide inside her and my c**k was pulsing with my own need to be inside her, I took it slow. I wanted to savor every minute of her, her moans, her taste, and, oh goddess, the sound of her screaming my name when she comes. I will never get tired of hearing that.
Everything about her made the possessiveness inside me intensify, making me practically desperate to mark her, showing the world that she’s mine.
Then she’d lifted her neck in submission, showing me that she is read
