"MMh"
"Shh, have your fill."
The hypnotic voice that belonged to my mate was balm over my wounds. Pretty much like the last time I died, I went straight to heaven.
Heaven was sure a bliss.
I felt his hand stroking my hair, comforting me, his scent was everywhere around me, and much more than that, his scent was within me. I was tasting him with my mouth, just couldn't get enough of it.
"Mmh"
I wanted more.
His body heat was my own, my heart fluttered when he pressed me onto him and held me there, I became a part of him just as he became a part of me.
Dying was worthwhile for this.
But it wasn't enough.
I tried to hold on to him tighter, pressing our heat together some more. Enjoying the man that belonged to me. I knew he wanted her the way I wanted him, I would try and live with that so long as he could want me the same way too.
Just a small part of his heart, just enough space I could fit in.
That would be okay.
Now that I was gone, would he miss me?
He groaned.
