Graeme lowered August against the bed. Her hair was fanned out in a halo around her when he pulled back on his knees to take in the image of her, his mate with golden stardust in her eyes.
She had been lying right here unconscious for so long, but now her eyes were bright looking up at him. Her skin had flushed a beautiful rose color under his gaze, and he almost whined. She was so beautiful, it brought tears to his eyes. He didn't deserve this—to be able to experience the delicious pull of his mate right before him.
She looked like his own personal goddess—like someone who had been plucked from the stars, and she may as well have been for how quickly she had moved his heart and changed his trajectory. Once again he found himself wondering if this was really okay, if he wasn't going to inadvertently hurt her—his precious human mate—if it wasn't too soon.
