Francesco pulled t
led back past enough to look to my eyes, his thumb brushing against my cheek Then, without a w from the garden–through the quiet halls of the estate, pad warriors and staff who bowed their her could see it. Their Alpha and Luna were no longer distant stars electing each other. We had a
The warmth of his hand around mine felt like fire in my veins. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to
hand and led me away spretful but knowing they
By the time we reached the doors to our chamber, my heart was hammering like a drum. The second they shut behind us, the mask of restraint he wore
fell away.
Francesco spun me into his arms and kissed
ca starying man, devouring every breath I tried to take
His hands were on my hips, my waist, my shoulders then lower With one sharp hug, the robe slid from my body.p pooling like a puddle of moonlight my feet. He stared at me, chest heaving, as if trying to memorize every inch of me before taking what was already his
“You drive me mad,” he growled, voice dark and reverent. “Every moment you breathe, I want you.”
Then he was on me
He didn’t just undress me–he unmade me, Each touch, each kiss, stripped away anotheryer of fear of hesitation, of the girl who was on fire. Wanted. He always makes me feel wanted.
Francesco litted me into his arms andid me gently across the bed as if I were made of something precious–but the heat in his eyes said he had no intention of being gentle
He hovered above me, his hands framing my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he kissed me again. And again. And again, untill was casping, clutching at his shoulders, desperate for more.
He trailed kisses down my neck, over my corbone, between the swells of my breasts–every touch electric, every kiss worshipful.
“You’re divine,” he whispered, his voice rough with awe. “You
have no idea what it does to me, seeing you like this. Strong, Mine.”
His mouth moved lower, iming me with every hot, wit kiss, his tongue drawing circles against my skin until I was writhing beneath him, my back arching off the bed. He teased me slowly, lovingly, as if every inch of my body was a secret only he had the right to uncover.
And when he reached the ce between my thighs, he looked up at me once–dark eyes locked with mine–and then lowered his mouth,
Ishattered:
His tongue moved with a purpose and a rhythm that made me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body trembling with waves of pleasure that stole my breath. He groaned against me, the sound vibrating deep into my core.
“Francesco” gasped, my voice already breaking, “Please….
But he didn’t <b>stop </b>
He licked, tasted<b>, </b>and worshipped until I couldn’t think until I couldn’t <b>speak</b>, until the only thing that existed was his mouth on me and the stars exploding behind my eyes.
When the climax came, it tore through me like a tempest, leaving me crying out his name, my body arched, my heart thundering
He kissed his way back up my body, licking the sounds of my joy from my skin, and saw the hunger in his gaze–the wild, reverent hunger of a man who would never get enough
Then, with one slow thrust, he entered me again–deeper this time, more intense. Like <b>a </b>second iming
He moved above me<b>, </b>our eyes locked, our bodies joined in a rhythm that felt like a prayer. There were no more walls. No more barriers. It was just a
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two souls colliding again and again, wrapped in heat, sweat, and something far more proved than ust.
Low.
He whispered it between kisset, between groans, between gasping breaths that matched mine.
“I love you.”
“You’ve everything”
There is no prophecy, no Council, now that will take you from
When we came together, the world broke open.
We copsed into each other, parting, flushed, trembling with the aftershocks of something too big to name. He held me close, brushing damp strands of hair from my face, his heartbeat a fierce rhythm beneath my palm
For a long time, we stayed like that wrapped in nkets, limbs entwined, his lips tracing slow,zy paths across my shoulder, my c temple. As if he couldn’t stop touching me Asif letting go, even for a second, would be too much
“You feel like home,” he whispered.
corbone.my
I smiled against his chest. “You are
my home”
Eventually, we redressed–slowly, quietly–still wrapped in the glow of something unshakable. The world could say what it wanted. The Council could threaten what it pleased.
We had chosen each other again and again.
And that night, we fell asleep with our limbs tangled, hearts <b>steady</b>.
But that’s when I dreamt it
Anightmare
A witch and a white moon wolf can’t be together. The carrier will mad from the power she holds
Who’s speaking?
Then I saw him Francesco–screaming, writhing in pain, blue fire bursting from my hands and burning into him
“No!” I tried to reach him–but hoze,
A white moon woll stood beside him.
But…….. I’m here..
Then who is that?
“Mika?” I whispered, horrified.
“Mika!! FRANCESCO
They turned to me–but the hatred in their eyes struck like a de
Hatred.
<b>What</b>?
Why?
W witch doesn’t belong with the light. Go away!!
I turned toward the voice and gasped.
Anastasia
Smiling. Mocking
Then she walked toward my mate and my wolf–my hand and stood beside them.
“No,” I whispered. “No! NO!!
with a scream
I woke w
Gasping, drenched in sweat, I bolted upright in bed,
Francesco was already there, arms around me in an instant.
His eyes scanned for danger–but there was none. Only me, shaking, trembling… broken by a dream.
“Anightmare,” he murmured, cradling me close. “You’re safe, amore. I’ve got you”
But even in his arms….
I couldst feel the fire on my hands.
I hear <b>Mika’s </b>voice.
Sull
55ll see Anastasia’s eyes
And I couldn’t help but wonder-
Was it a dream?
Dr a warning?
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