Agnes
Elijah’s lips were soft and sweet against mine, sweeter than any sugar I had ever tasted. The feeling of his hands cupping my body felt like the most natural thing in the world, and it felt as if I could stay like this forever.
But as I pulled back from the kiss for air, a whirlwind of emotions swirled around inside of me. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, could only stand there and stare up at Elijah in shock.
It was as if I had stepped outside my own body, watching the scene unfold from a distance. My heart raced, and my lips still tingled from the warmth of Elijah’s touch. Did that even just happen, or was I imagining things?
But reality came crashing back the instant my gaze fell upon the mating mark etched into Elijah’s neck. The reddish mark seemed to catch the
