I WANT MORE OF YOU SWEETHEART!
Theodora was leisurely resting on Douglas's chest. Their skins were as close to each other as possible without any hindrance of clothes. Her long nut brown hair sprawled on the mattress like a web of dark clouds.
Her light breaths hit Douglas's skin, tantalising him again to get her under him, once again. But he was tired. The fact that he had lost his mate and thus his weaknesses growing day by day was not undeniable.
Sometimes he asked himself if what he had with Theodora could be considered as betraying his mate, his late wife. He would have never looked in Theodora's way if his wife was alive.
She was his world, his everything. And yet he failed to give her the most precious thing he could have ever given to her and also the one that she longed for all her life- his time!
He thought he would earn loads of money and put the whole world at her feet. He had decided to take her to see the world once he was satisfied that he had earned enough.