"Lately, I have been hard to read. I don't even know what I want when it comes to you. I want to hold you close and care for you, but ruin you in so many ways."
Amelia heard the familiar voice as soon as she entered her room in the participants' chambers.
She turned around to meet the gaze of the man who was already looking at her with a dark, mysterious, and desire-filled gaze.
Amelia shook her head at the man before she took off the jacket she was wearing over her dress.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Doing what every mate should be doing. Admiring my love, thinking of a hundred ways I can make her moan my name, suppressing those thousands of thoughts where I can fucking ruin her and oppressing those millions of ideas, ways in which I want to claim her before the world." Kyle said.
He walked to where Amelia was standing, his hand reaching out to massage her tense shoulders.
