“Where would I bite you, to show that you’re mine?”
Koen goes still at the question. And then, after processing it for entirely too long, he lets out a soft, explosive curse against my collarbone. “I hate it,” he breathes out.
“What?”
“How perfect you are. I spent the last twenty years hoping that if there was a mate for me out there, I’d never come across them. And then I found you, and, Serena… there isn’t one thing I would change about you. Or one single thing I regret about knowing you.”