Chapter 483 :
Elara
It's always like this, this pull, this inability to keep our hands off each other.
There's something intoxicating about having someone who wants you as much as you want them, someone whose touch still sets your skin on fire.
We pull away from the kiss, and a string of saliva connects us before it breaks. Honestly, I think with the amount of bodily fluid exchange we do, I'm 50% my mate. Well, she is 50% my soul.
I love her so much it hurts sometimes, but right now, she's not looking at me. I'm wallowing in affection, and she's staring at my chest like a hungry wolf... well, panther.
I yank her by her hair again and make her look at me.
"Should I cut off my boobs so that I can have my mate's full attention?"
She gasps and covers my mouth with her hand. "Don't you say such blasphemous words."
She looks genuinely offended, I almost laugh. I remove her hand, and I purposely decide to pick a fight.
