Chapter Eighty-Three
His mate, their mate, was perfect. The way she gave herself over to her passion was breathtaking to watch. He hoped he got a lot more time to explore this side of her. He weaved his fingers into her hair, hauling her up into his lap, his lips meeting hers in a playful dance as she straddled him.
The soft curling strands of Abby’s hair draped around them, surrounding Eli in her sweet scent that had him smiling against her lips. He was glad that she had left it down and it was amazing to be trapped like this. He hated to admit it but even the smell of Sam was starting to grow on him.
He trailed his fingertips up her legs as he kissed her, growling in frustration at his bound left hand. He brought his right hand up and tucked her hair behind her ear. Sneaking a quick g
