Chapter 35. His Angel, His Mate

Darius POV

Her lips had a peach flavor to them.

Smelt like apples and tasted like peaches, so soft and alluring he felt like munching on them and kissing her forever.

His heart clenched softly as he gently caressed her hair, guiding her tongue in slow rhythmic movements as their lips danced.

Darius didn’t want this moment to end, and her soft moan was getting into his head, making him go insane in the worst way possible.

His hand sauntering downwards, he left her hair until he was touching her shoulders, chest, and then her boobs.

Darius could feel her rising nipples, and now he wanted nothing more than to rip the flimsy robe from her body and fall on her, worshiping her.

He started to move, pushing her towards the small queen-sized bed, but she tore her lips away from his and asked the question that made him instantly chill.

“Shouldn’t we go to the training room? Or... or you know, we could go to your room if you want.” She sta