REBECCA
Those two words were more than enough to set my mate free – and more than that, made him go feral.
It took him a split second to take complete control of the kiss, devouring my mouth, and his hands began to wander all over my body, setting it on fire, almost as if he couldn’t decide what to do, or touch, first. The more he touched, the more my core seemed to melt and pulse, desperate for him. The more he gave me, the more I wanted, and needed.
It was crazy – and most of all, it was liberating.
It just felt so good to set those instincts, those needs, free – to feel his love, his need for me, and not feel the fear of being enough. It was as if it had dissipated in the moment I’d say ‘I do’ – in the moment I decided I wanted to take that further step with him, leaving space o
