Arabella's POV
His fingers grazed over the sensitive bud between my legs and I jerked in response. His touch still brought me so much pleasure, it was addictive, something I could never possibly grow tired of, it burned deep within me like a raging fire that only got provoked when tried to tame. My feelings for him were raw, unconditional, unwavering and overpowering.
Every rough touch of his fingers had me climbing higher to the telltale ecstacy that is him. My breaths began to come out in little pants. I now understood why my mate was so unsustainable, because that was exactly what he was for me. I felt like I could never get enough of him, never get close enough or deep enough to satisfy my deep hunger for him. My soul called out for his like it would physically break through my ches
