#Chapter 85 I Don’t Think I Can Be Gentle
Bastien's Pov
Selene’s eyes are glowing with barely contained emotion when I finally sneak her out of bed, unraveling Lila’s plump limbs from our bodies and slipping out from beneath the covers. Tossing my mate over my shoulder, I cart her into the living room and pull the bedroom door shut.
Depositing Selene onto the sprawling sectional, I pounce, covering her body with my own and reveling in the feel of her bare skin on mine. I know the Goddess created us for each other, but it never ceases to amaze me how perfectly our bodies fit together.
My hips were made to rest in the cradle of her thighs, and even though her small size sometimes makes me feel like some sort of giant, her little form fits so snugly in my arms I could happily carry her forever. And that’s not to mention the glove-like embrace of the sleek channel I’m about to bury myself in.
