The creases on her forehead, had begun to look like wrinkles from worrying about Dario. His breathing was high and he’s been restless since they got here and it’s just been about an hour. Right now, they were in an underground space that only had a bedroom, bathroom, and toilet. He looked very ill and pondered on what she could do to relieve his pain a bit. So she ran into the bathroom and came out with a washcloth as he was burning up. As soon as she touched his head with the cloth, he moaned, and the shock made her gasp and jump back. “Please”. He breathed out, and she slightly tilted her head in confusion wondering what he was begging for. “What?”: She asks. “Touch me, please”. He pleaded, panting and writhing around, trying to stop himself from what his body and soul desired the most. Not even needing to be begged, she places a hand lightly on his cheek and he melted into it.“More”. He breathed out. He looked so handsome and lustful that she wondered how he was her mate.
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