The Formless Siren tugged at her husband's black jacket, and he turned to her, unknowingly focusing all his attention on her.
She was something he couldn't deny.
Every fiber of his being wanted her.
Roy wasn't foolish enough not to realize that he had become a drug addict, and the Formless Siren was his drug. He wanted to breathe in her scent, lick her neck, consume her lips, and mate with her for a thousand days. However, he didn't want to harm her by pouncing on her like a beast when she was yet to get over her fear of Voss. That's why he resisted his desire to make her his brutally.
"Yes?" Roy gently smiled at her.
He felt her shuddering in his arms in contentment. She was still in his embrace and could feel his bodily warmth spreading to her, enveloping her in gentleness. This made her unbelievably happy. The Mate she had been waiting for for so long really didn't let her down
