Last night, Dante made love to me like his life depended on it, he made sure i had cum at least three times before finally letting me go, even then, he had his arms wrapped tightly around me the entire time we slept. When I woke up, he was still there, pressed against me, refusing to let me go as if he feared I’d suddenly run away. I saw the tension in his body, and from our mating Bond, I could feel that he was scared I’d still regret coming into his pack, that I’d wake up and want to leave. His grip on me tightened every time I tried to move. "Dante," I whispered, shifting slightly to look up at him. His eyes were barely open, but I could see the worry there, the way his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. "Dante, we have to get up, you can't hold me in bed forever." I lightly scolded in amusement. But Dante didn't smile. “You don’t regret it, right? Being with me, do you still regret choosing to marry me?” His voice was rough with sleep, but there was a vulnerability in
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