He was always so possessive, so feral, but she loved every minute of it. He knew what to say to her, where to touch her, kiss her, each yielding a new moan or gasp in response to his movements. As she felt the comfort of her bed gently wrapping around her form, she pulled in the male with her legs to press him closer into her body. Lia arched up her back to press them further together, giving another small cry in excitement, anticipation. "Yes Razor... A thousand times yes," she exclaimed as held him to her neck, enjoying the attention he was giving her.
"I don't care if you want a small or big ceremony, just as long as I get to be with you."
"I don't care if you want a small or big ceremony, just as long as I get to be with you."
