Chapter 6: Ache
"Mate."
Her voice is soft, but it echoes inside me like a command.
I watch as she moves in the moonlight, her body pale and luminous, her skin like polished marble, her silver-white hair flowing around her like mist. She is ethereal, untouchable, yet I cannot stop myself from reaching for her.
The moment I touch her, she melts into me, her curves molding against my body like she was made for me. Her fingers trace down my chest, nails dragging lightly over my skin, sending fire through my veins.
"Mine," I growl, my voice rough, possessive.
She smiles, storm-gray eyes filled with something ancient and knowing.
I lose myself in her.
In her warmth, her scent, her body.
I sink into her, feel her pulse race against mine, feel the invisible bond between us tighten, pulling us closer, entwining us in something I don’t understand but cannot resist.
She is home.She is mine.
And just as I give in—
I wake.