NICK
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
I’m convinced I’m dreaming.
There’s no way Izzy forgave me this quickly. There’s no way I’m slowly unwrapping her like the most beautiful present the Goddess could have ever given me.
I’m not going to fuck her tonight. I’m not going to chase after our pleasure like the hounds of hell are behind us.
I’m going to make love to my mate like I have the rest of my life to do so. Like there’s no rush at all. Like she’s mine.
I tenderly remove her clothing, and mine along the way, until her soft skin is bare under my fingers. And even so, I can’t help but leisurely run my hand along every curve and dip of her body.
Finding little freckles above her hip that I hadn’t noticed before.
When I finally circle my fingers around her clit, she’s wet and soft, panting into my ear with an aching little whine. I notch my cock with her entrance, pushing in as her kiss-swollen mouth opens on a little ‘o’.
“I love you,” she gasps, one hand on my cheek and the other on my chest.
I’m already so close. So full of love for my mate that my cock throbs inside her as I start a slow rhythm. I find those forest canopy green eyes of hers, locking in with her gaze.
“I love you,” I say, hips slowly moving. “I love you so much, Izzy. I’m going to move you into this house tomorrow. I’m going to marry you.”
She moans, nodding her assent. Her want of a future with me.
Her pussy walls clench around me as my thumb continues circling her clit. We’re almost there.
“Bite me as I bite you, petite copine.” My nose trails along her skin, goosebumps erupting right on the spot I’m going to press my mating mark.
Her lips press a gentle kiss to that very spot on my neck, and my whole body shudders, knot swelling.
I let my canines elongate. “Now, Izzy.”