Damien's hands remained on her hips as his eyes swept over the vision in red sprawled across their bed… his bed. His mate. His Luna. His love.
“I love you,” he repeated softly, as though the weight of those words had finally been freed from the place they’d been buried deep inside his chest.
Raven’s breath hitched. For a moment, her entire world stilled. She stared at him, completely and utterly taken, because in all their time together, he had never said those words, not once. And yet now that he had, it felt like every moment, every touch, every heated glance had been leading to this truth.
“I love everything about you,” he went on, his voice low and rough. “Not just because we’re mates, Raven. That bond is strong—I’d feel it even if I didn’t want to. But what I feel for you goes beyo
