All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Amaya POV“I want to mark you, Amaya.”My eyes widened in shock at his words. Mark me?I had never thought about that. Not once. Even in the early years of our relationship, when we were both happy — or at least when I was happy — the idea of forever hadn’t terrified me. But still, marking had never been brought up.Although marks could fade with time, it took years. And him marking me now would mean no other man could so much as brush against me without sensing it. Not that I planned on being touched by another man — but it also meant our slightly broken bond would be resurrected, reforged, stronger than before. Because I had never accepted his rejection.I pulled back just a little, searching his eyes. “Dante…” my voice came out softer than I intended. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”“I know.”“And don’t you think… we’re rushing things?” I whispered, testing the waters. His breathing slowed, his grip on my waist loosening just slightly.“You told me not to hesitate,” he

Dante POV“Stay.”One word, but it rattled through me like a command I couldn’t disobey. She didn’t even realize what she had done. This girl had no idea how easily she could break me.“Okay,” I replied without thinking.The smile that appeared on her lips damn near killed me. It was the kind of smile that made me want to swear off every bad habit I’ve ever had just to deserve it.But then reality hit. I didn’t have any extra clothes. Well, except for the ones I wore yesterday, which were hopefully dried by now.“Aren’t you hungry?” Amaya asked as we both stepped out of Eli’s bedroom.“Are you?” I asked back.She nodded, brushing her damp hair behind her ear.“What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you,” I offered without hesitation, but she shook her head immediately.“Let’s just order something instead, and we could… watch a movie while we wait,” she suggested.“Okay,” was all I managed to mutter.—I took a quick shower while she made the order. My clean clothes from yesterda

Dante povAs the days went by, Eli’s condition started getting better. He was still weak, but at least he could move, eat, and even bathe himself without help, which was a huge improvement.That weird tea the old woman gave us actually worked, though it usually drained him so much afterward that he would collapse back into sleep like someone had pulled the plug on him.At this point, I had basically moved into Amaya’s home. Not that she complained—she actually liked having me close. It let me keep an eye on Eli more, gave Amaya time to rest, and helped me keep my promise to her.And maybe… just maybe, I wanted to. It felt like we were a married couple again. We slept on the same bed and woke up spending hours just cuddling each other.I had also figured out a way to slip into conversation with Eli, even though he was still trying his damn hardest to shut me out. I kept going anyway. Relentless.Ironic, really, because the more I did it, the more I caught myself sounding like Cyrus—ann

Amaya POVMy head fell back as he thrust inside me with one hard stroke.I choked on the cry that tried to rip out of me, clutching his shoulders desperately as my walls clenched around him, stretching to take him. The pressure was overwhelming, my chest heaving as my thighs trembled around his waist.“Oh fuck…” I gasped, digging my nails into him. He froze, holding me pinned to the wall but not moving yet.“Shh…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, jaw clenched like he was holding back. “Does it hurt?” he asked, sliding his hand to my side and gripping the other thigh so firmly I could already feel a bruise forming.I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths. This time he kissed me softly, slowly, gentler, like he was apologizing with every touch.“Let me in, baby…” he murmured against my mouth. “Let me have you.”I whimpered, my body still stretching around him, the ache slowly fading into heat. I gripped his hair, tugging him closer, pressing my chest

Amaya POVI had been staring at the blank canvas for hours, debating whether or not to test myself, to see if I could actually paint again.With Dante and Eli out, the house felt unusually quiet, and for once, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Too much free time had never been my problem before. Maybe that’s why I decided to use it as an opportunity.The brushes, the paints, the canvas… they had all been waiting for me, untouched for years. Every time I tried before, the moment I picked up the brush, my heart would start racing, panic flooding in until I had to stop.But things had changed in the past month. Dante. Eli. Even me. Slowly, painfully, it all started to shift. I had found the courage to sing again, to let my voice break through. So maybe, just maybe… I could find the courage to paint again too.Taking a deep breath, I dipped the brush into paint. My hand trembled as I brought it to the canvas.I had only managed to drag the first stroke before my chest squeezed so tigh