Wanda
Gideon had pounced on me like a lion on a gazelle. The comparison made me smile a little, it fitted Gideon well, after all he was a werewolf. Just like me, which is why I was certainly no easy prey like a gazelle. Only with Gideon.
As always when he touched me, my mind shut down.
I fell completely under his spell, the mate-bond made every touch more intense and the s*x with him was the best I'd ever had.
We both lay on the bed completely exhausted and were recovering from the last few hours of hot s*x.
I was completely satisfied, my muscles were sore and I was feeling comfortably lazy.
I didn't know why Gideon had pounced on me like that. Our relationship was already so strange, but I'd never experienced anything like this with him before.
It had to be this place. I wondered
