Fates 1

Christine

The post-orgasm phase must have had had my ears muffled because I swore I was hearing things. The throbbing in my pussy from the proceeding mini pleasure-gasms continued to have me melt into Sebastian's arms.

My head persisted in cuddling into his neck, basking in the after haze. My fingers clutched his expensive suit. The three-piece outfit had my heart aflutter. He was always so impeccably dressed, while I was always in something more comfortable or relaxed. He never seemed to mind, his gaze continuing to bore into my soul.

"I said, you are my beloved, Christine," those velvet words left his lips. His hand caressing my now tangled hair, the mist of sweat being pushed away by his warmed hand. My mouth hung open, unable to move until he tilted my chin with his fingers. "Do you understand what that means?"

Speaking was out the window. No snarky comment, no anger, just awe. Sebastian said I was his mate. It was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no way this was real.