Chapter 123. Mate

She wanted him. She wanted him to ravish her as hungry as he was for her. She wanted to experience it, experience him, experience this with him.

In her mind, he was the perfect candidate. She locked eyes with him, then slowly loosened the strap around her neck and unbuttoned her sleeping wear.

Demarion stepped back, his hands passing over his face. Was he dreaming? "What are you doing?" he asked her.

"I am undressing," Aakifahlynn answered; her voice felt like it was not her own; she sounded sultry when she said it, and the intense way in which he watched her caused Aakifahlynn to secrete on herself.

Her core clenched in anticipation.

Demarion's nose flared at her sweet scent. "Aakifahlynn, please... are you sure about this?" He knew they were not drunk, so he could not blame the alcohol, but he was worried that she would wake up in the morning and regret it the same.

Goddess knew how much he wanted this when she said, "Yes, I am sure." At