CAELLUM’S POV
Her words were music to my ears. She needn’t repeat them.
With the urgency of a man starved, I lunged at her, kissing her roughly yet intimately. Desperate to rid her of any thoughts beside me.
We kissed and kissed and kissed until we couldn’t. Literally. We ran out of breath. I dominated her in every sense of the word, ripping the thin material of clothing from her body as I made my way to fulfil her request.
Naledi writhing from pleasure was a sight to behold. And one I had no plans of forgetting. Her moans were soft, desperate and urging. Giving me all the confidence I needed to make do with her body as I deem fit.
“Caellum...please..” She begged, and I felt my wolf grow a tad more obsessed with our mate.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I said to her ears, biting an earlobe while at it.