Chelsey's POV

The soft glow of candlelight fills our room, casting a warm, comforting ambiance. The scent of vanilla lingers in the air, the flickering flames dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. The room feels imbued with a palpable sense of desire.

I hear the sound of his footsteps outside, growing louder, closer. My breathing quickens, my palms moistening with sweat. My legs are shaking and my core is about to pass out some urine. The sweet passion has already begun to show its impact and I'm loving it. My mate's presence commands authority and respect, and it excites me to know that he is mine, as I am...