He had pure animal attractiveness. The sharp contours of his tanned body, strong jaw, gorgeous messy hair, and dark eyes staring straight at her had to be the sexiest package the gods had put together.
"Oh, what sexy words," she pushed him.
He hugged and nuzzled her neck. Licked his marked sign which inhaled quickly.
"Babe, don't say you're angry because of what I pulled out." He bit it with his fang until a drop of blood came out, and then licked the wound. "You are charming."
"Ohhh," an orgasmic trembling seized her afterward, moistening her thighs again.
Raising her in his arms, he carried her into the bed. She fell into deep sleep and he left the room. He was happy that he fulfilled his desire. Full Moon was also happy with him that he found his true destined mate. But he also knew that after awake Isla nothing remembered.
