"I will say this again," Benjamin whispered into her ears, as she flinched and blushes even more, her body reacting visibly to the closeness and the intimacy of his voice, her skin flushing a deeper shade of red as she pressed closer against him. "You are a very pretty woman, Mari. I want to fuck you so bad... But I also want us to be more... I won't pressure you, but if you can find a space for both I and Elara in your heart, I would be so happy."
Marina turned her gaze away from him, yet her arms remained wrapped tightly around his torso, her fingers pressing into his back as if afraid he might vanish if she let go even for a second.
Her breathing came in short, uneven bursts, warm against the side of his neck.
"Liar," she whispered, the word laced with a mix of accusation and something softer and vulnerable. "I know exactly what you want. You simply desire to mate with me, to fill me until I bear your offspring. And do not call me Mari..."
