Blaze's pov
I think the level of obsession I currently have with this mate of mine is borderline ridiculous.
For one, I never expected to have a fated mate to begin with. As something very sacred, someone like me had been convinced it was never for me.
But right now, I couldn't imagine not having this mate of mine.
He doesn't know half of the things he does to me. He doesn't understand the primal urges he brings out in me. He doesn't understand the sick, disturbing desires he makes me crave for.
If he knew half of the things I wanted to do to him, he'd run the other way without looking back.
For one, I wanted to brand my name into his creamy skin. I needed everyone to understand who he belongs to. A claiming bite wouldn't be enough.
