17. Rivvac

RIVVAC

My lips found hers and I tasted the flavor that I had been afraid I would never experience again.

She was sweeter than ever, rich and fragrant and powerful, consuming me as no other perfume had, not from any of the Sirens’ magical concoctions—natural or otherwise.

“I love you,” I said between kisses to her luscious lips. “I love you more than anything, my fated mate.”