“That’s your real scent,” Savannah whispered, and Bjorn nodded, confirming her guess. He leaned closer to her, brushing his palm over her cheek. She flinched away, and the motion disgruntled him, although he tried not to show it.
Her skin felt so smooth to his touch. Like the petals of a most delicate flower. He couldn’t get enough of the sensations when he touched her. He hoped that by now, she would say the one and only word he had longed to hear from her lips for so long. Mate.
“Yes, Savannah. This is my real scent. The one I barely use anymore. I didn’t even let you smell it the few times we met, although I knew at once you were mine.” He tried to be patient with her. He knew he had already overstepped too many boundaries to push her now. She looked so weak, felt so broken… Maybe he
