Alastair kissed Grace with passion, and Grace couldn’t wait to feel Alastair the way only mates could do.
Alastair’s hands slipped down slowly, ending up at her back. Grace felt her dress tightness eased, and felt her mate’s hands caressing her bare skin, pulling her dress down.
Alastair did not stop kissing her, not even when she stood in his arms, completely naked. She felt her mate’s hands slipping down on the back of her tights and he easily lifted her up.
He carried Grace to the bed and laid her down gently. That was the first time he saw his mate’s naked body. He stopped for a second. His hungry eyes checked every little inch of her beauty, and stopped at her chest, partly covered by her long, blonde hair.
Grace tried to catch her breath. She was in need. Normally, she would
