Benedict

Everything was perfect. I had planned tonight to make sure it was perfect. I meant what I said to Sloane about our parents screwing up their mate bond. I have no intention of ever messing things up with Sloane. She’s too perfect.

I didn’t want to rush anything, so even though she was practically begging me to slide inside her and my cock was pulsing with my own need to be inside her, I took it slow. I wanted to savor every minute of her, her moans, her taste, and, oh goddess, the ...