All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Amaya POV Yes, I was drunk as hell, but I knew exactly what was going on and what I wanted. That’s why I was this confident. He was so close, his chest heaving, his eyes wild like a man on the edge. He wanted it too, so why should I push him away? The moment his lips crashed into mine, a needy moan spilled out of me, my arms wrapping around his neck like I’d been waiting for this forever. Because I had. He finally gave in, letting his hands roam my body. He was burning so hot you’d think he was the drunk one. His palm slid up my thigh, rough and demanding, until his fingers hooked under my panties and shoved them aside. Before I could even beg, one thick finger pushed inside me. My walls clenched around him, my legs instantly weak, my head falling back as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against my mouth, his voice so low and guttural it sent a shiver down my spine. I melted against him the moment he started moving that finger inside me, sl

Dante POV The second I slammed into her, I knew I was fucked. Not just in the way my cock was buried to the hilt inside her, but in the way my soul damn near cracked in half. Her walls gripped me so tight my vision blurred, my teeth clenched, and every ounce of self-control was long gone. I missed this feeling so much. Being inside her, completely consumed by heat, the way her breath hitched against my lips, the way I could hold her without restraint. Her moans were music to my ears, every broken sound making me thrust harder, deeper. The bed shook under us as I drove into her again and again until those moans turned into sobs, her body trembling beneath mine from how good it felt. “More,” she cried out, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as her nails clawed down my back like she was holding on for her life. I growled, hips snapping forward without mercy. The more she sobbed, the more addicted I became. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. I pressed my forehead against her

Amaya POV “I get it,” I muttered, sighing in frustration as I set my fork down. “You hurt me before and you worry. But that was in the past, and this… this is different. I hate when you do this,” I said, locking my gaze with his. “When you keep apologizing for something we both wanted. It makes me feel like I should be ashamed, like what we did was some mistake. But it wasn’t.” Even if I couldn’t remember every single detail, I remembered enough. The way his mouth claimed mine like he was starving. The way my body burned under his touch. The way it felt so damn right, even when it should’ve been wrong. My chest tightened and heat rose to my cheeks as I forced myself to hold his gaze. “It was perfect,” I said softer this time, like I needed him to understand that I wasn’t just saying it—I meant it. His eyes softened instantly, but his jaw stayed clenched, like he was still fighting himself. His thumb brushed absently over my shoulder and I knew he was itching to pull me closer but h

Amaya POV “Who is that?” someone whispered — not to me directly, but with my sharper senses it was easy to catch their conversation. “I haven’t seen him before. Is he a new partner?” “He looks like a model.” Their voices buzzed around us like flies circling honey. My heels clicked against the polished floor, but since I was still sore, my legs trembled, making me nearly slip. “Are you okay?” Dante panicked instantly, wrapping a hand around my waist to steady me. What on earth had possessed me to wear heels today of all days? I nodded, wincing at the pain, clutching his arm for support — and the whispers around us turned into sharp little gasps. “Omg, did you see that? Is that the boss’s boyfriend?” “Miss Amaya isn’t dating anyone.” “But wait… I’ve seen him before. He was the hot guy standing outside with flowers!” “Wait—so those flowers were for Miss Amaya?” “Awwn, that’s so cute.” My face burned instantly. I hadn’t expected them to connect the dots so fast. Technically, D

Amaya POV “I’m jealous.” His words replayed in my head repeatedly, looping over and over until I could barely breathe. I thought of multiple replies, but none of them seemed to make any sense. What could I even say to that? “Your feelings are valid,” I muttered, staring back at his sad eyes. “I can’t tell you how to feel or what to feel. It’s just… unfortunate I don’t feel the same. Even before Dante returned, I couldn’t feel anything for anyone else,” I admitted honestly. It was the truth. For three years since I left, I couldn’t even look at another man. Yes, Dante played a role in that, but mostly because I was too busy with work to even consider letting someone else in. Building this company was my focus, my solace. It was easier to bury myself in work than to face the emptiness he left behind. “You’re a little too honest,” he joked faintly, though his shoulders slumped slightly. “You’re a good man. I hope one day you find someone who genuinely loves you back.” The words ki