ROMAN.Days passed. Two days to be exact. We tried everything and Monica is still unconscious, unresponsive to anything.At first I didn’t want to believe Janus’s theory. To me it just didn’t make sense. How could we be mates if we’re incompatible? How could we feel the mate bond if it was never meant to be there? I know that we didn’t fool ourselves into thinking that.But time passed and it just got harder and harder to ignore. It was even harder not to blame myself for all of this. I started to spiral too, but I had to show everyone that I was strong enough to handle it. But the truth is, when it comes to Monica, I can handle very little. I can kill for her. I can die for her. But when her life is on the line... that's when everything inside me breaks."Maybe I'm wrong," Janus always said. "Maybe she's just going through something that hjas nothing to do with you."Maybe. Maybe not. But the fact of the matter is, she's still not awake and I don't know how long it's going to take.
MONICA.“Monica!” Roman gasps, grabbing my waist and getting me off him. He sets me down on the grass before getting to his feet and taking me in his arms.“I’m fine,” I try to say to him, but then I touch my nose and examine my hand.The blood that I saw dripping on his face and chest is mine. It came from me. It came right out of my nose, and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m bleeding all of a sudden. All I know is that the sight of the blood makes me dizzy.Roman is fully panicking now. He takes me to the bathroom and makes me sit on the edge of the bathtub. He grabs a towel and soaks it, about to bring it over to me to put on my face.But before he can even get close enough, my vision starts to blur and everything blacks out….Until I find myself in another dream.It’s my mother again. But this time, it’s her funeral.I’m sitting in front of the table where her urn is. Her blown-up picture is in the corner, surrounded by white roses. I remember being with so many people when
ROMAN.This woman will be the death of me. And fortunately, I'm going to die with a very wide smile on my face.My cock is so hard it's painful. The warmth of her bare cunt is so apparent even with the layer of fabric between us. I reach up to touch her tits, but she slaps my hands away."Hey, no cheating," she murmurs, smiling as she adjusts herself and slides her wetness on my tip. I can feel her juices seeping through the fabric and getting on my cock. I growl in my throat. "That feels good, huh? I bet it does.""I can feel your clit throbbing," I murmur.She smiles, leaning in and letting her nipples dangle in front of my mouth. "You know, this wrestling thing is very easy as it turns out."I try to lean in and catch a nipple in my mouth but she moves away. Fuck my life. "It's only easy because you're making me horny. This is not going to work on anyone else, sweetheart.""Oh, don't worry, I got who I want right under me," she says happily, letting out a loud moan. "And I think he
ROMAN.Waking up to a scream has never been ideal. But waking up to Monica screaming is entirely a different thing.The marking and the bleeding have already scared me to death earlier, and hearing the sound of pure pain and anguish from her is just the cherry on top of the big fucked up mountain. I jolt awake, my heart beating so fast in my chest that I'm pretty sure I could have a heart attack any moment.I turn to Monica on the bed, pulling her towards me so that I can see her face. She's pale, and tears are running down her cheeks. My panic forces me to look at the spot on her neck to check some anomalies, but things seem to be normal on that front.Her eyes aren't open yet. I shake her body, trying to take her out of it. "Monica, wake up!”That does the trick. Her eyelids fly open, her eyes flitting around the room like she's looking for something. When she sees me, she erupts into a sob, getting up and throwing herself in my arms."Oh, Roman," she weeps into my shoulder. "I thou
MONICA.The pleasure and sensation that rocks my body when I feel Roman’s teeth burrowing into my skin is extreme. I never thought such a feeling is possible.I’m floating in space, my heart beating slow in my chest. I close my eyes, feeling the absolute bliss of it. It sways in me. I can feel it in my veins. I don’t know if that’s his venom or just his touch or everything in between. All I know is that I love it.But the ecstasy soon disappears. Pain takes its place.Now it’s torture, and not the good kind. It’s like I’m being set on fire. I can feel it from the tips of my fingers to the roots of my hair. I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out of my mouth. I’m pulled out of the moment, slammed into nothing but darkness and despair and carnage.I’m separated from Roman now. I don’t even know where he is at this point. The panic in my chest is so extreme that I almost can’t breathe.But just when I thought it’s going to get even worse, it disappears.And I’m back on the bed,
MONICA.I don’t know how Roman and I managed to climb out of the car like that. All I know is that once we’re out, we gravitate towards each other like we’re never going to be pulled apart.I jump into his arms, letting him hoist me up with his strong hands on my ass cheeks. His cock is back inside his pants, and I rub my wet pussy against the fabric. It’s a poor imitation of what I want to do, but it has to do for now because he’s kissing me hungrily, already taking me inside the huge glass cabin close to a waterfall.It’s not the bridal carry that I once dreamed about having, but it’s the one that’s perfect for me right now.Roman kicks the door open and carries me inside, letting me cling to him as he unbuttons his shirt, tossing it aside as he presses me up against the wall, our lips never parting.I can still taste the hint of wine in his mouth, and I lap it all up, my hand roaming down his back. I let my nails graze his tattooed, scarred skin. He shivers, pushing me harder again