JANA
After my mate finally stopped kissing me, I couldn't say anything. He was still on top of me, hugging me tightly and blowing his warm breath on my skin as his lips landed at the base of my neck. I was still catching my breath, and I tapped his shoulder to get him off of me because he was heavy and making it difficult for me to move.
"Are you hungry, babe?" my mate inquired abruptly.
"No," I said, shaking my head.
He rolled over on top of me and laid down next to me. I've seen him go silent while staring at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something serious.
I've decided not to move or make any noise. I'm afraid I'll irritate him again. That led him to something for which he would undoubtedly punish me, as he did just now.
My lips have been swollen up to this point. I eve
