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And she... perfection personified, a mischievous goddess with a sharp tongue, who loves to tease me.
But now I can no longer deny it.
She is mine, and when I find her again, I will not let her get away.
I take a deep breath, feeling her scent flooding my nostrils, calming me, filling me. The desire is voracious, but at the same time, she calms me . Everything around me disappears, and all that remains is the warmth of her skin, the desire burning inside me.
"Sandra..." I murmur, the word coming out hoarse, almost like torture.
The next moment, she disappears.
Like a fleeting dream, reality dissipates, and I exhale, trying to hold on to what was there. But I can't. Darkness pulls me back, and all that remains is emptiness.
I can't hold on to the dream, I can't stay there with her. And so, I return to nothingness.
Chapter 30
Sandra
I am in cat form, lying next to Mark, watching over his sleep.
I can't get away, not even his proximity in the same room seems enough. If it were possible, I would lie on his chest, feeling his heart beating hard against my ear, but he is still injured.
So I restrain myself, keeping as little distance as possible.
Ethan and Ted are in the cabin, nearby, ready to help their friend. Ethan sleeps on the sofa in the living room and Ted on the rug, with a pillow under his head. As he settled down on the hard floor, the bear grumbled about how Mark is so antisocial that, even after renovating the cabin, he never had the decency to buy a bed or decorate the guest room. Just to keep visitors away.
I couldn't help but laugh, which came out as a meow.
Now I'm here, sharing the same bed as Mark, watching his chest rise and fall, checking to see if he's still breathing, if his heart is still beating.
The silence of the night is deep, broken only by our breathing and a soft snore coming from the living room. Themoonlight barely penetrates the windows, but with my feline eyesight, I can see enough. I stay alert, barely blinking, making sure Mark is really okay, that he's still here...
Until exhaustion begins to consume me.
My eyelids grow heavy and the need to rest takes over.
I blink once, then twice... on the third, sleep embraces me.
Warmth...
My body vibrates with energy.
A purr escapes my throat.
I feel a delicious throbbing between my legs, my intimate parts wet, slippery, craving friction. I begin to move, slowly, undulating my hips.
Something hot and hard pulses against my thigh, and I press harder there, liking how it seems to double in size at my touch...
I feel a breath, soft and warm, caressing my hair.
And the smell...
I bury my face in his neck and the scent floods my nostrils.
It's as if the forest floor has come to life, an earthy, deep base. But there is something else, a warm and primitive note, like the heat of skin after an intense run. It is the smell of strength and wildness, a masculine and intoxicating fragrance that envelops and captivates me. A scent as natural as the air I breathe, a mixture of security and desire, which draws me closer, seduces me, makes me want more.
It's his scent. The scent of my man.
