DIANA'S POV
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The first time a man had almost ever touched me was at that pub where I had gone to get drunk, back when AJ saved me for the first time, but I quickly left without letting him explore me. I didn't feel a thing.
It hadn't been Elijah. In fact, despite my massive crush on him, he had never made a move to touch me. That was why his rejection had bitten so deeply.
But that was then. With these new, overwhelming feelings growing for AJ, I could feel pleasure coursing all the way up from my feet.
Two men had appeared in my dreams—could AJ be my second-chance mate? But then why was Elijah still lingering there? Who is truly meant to be my mate?
Who is destined to mark me? I couldn't afford to make a mistake.
When AJ's hand traveled down my back in a quiet attempt to untangle the knots, I pressed my legs tightly together as a sudden surge of heat burst through me—that desperate, overwhelming urge to be marked.
