Neal's pov I kissed my way down her body. I worshipped her with my hands and my lips. I wanted her to feel loved. To feel safe. To feel chosen.When I finally slid inside her, we both gasped. It was more than physical. It was our souls clicking into place. The mate bond, already strong, erupted into a supernova of feeling.The gold mark on my chest burned hot. On her chest, her own mark answered. The silver lines on her arms blazed, not just light, but color, shimmers of blue and gold winding through the silver. They settled into her skin, no longer just glowing marks, but permanent, intricate tattoos. A story of her life, her pain, and now, her love, written on her skin.As I rocked into her, I could feel our magic intertwining, her warmth, her essence, her soul becoming one with mine. The power we created together was incredible. It filled the room, it filled the house, and if I wasn’t careful, I feared it might fill the world.I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to be away
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