A THOUSAND GOOD-BYES
“Tonight, no more planning. No more threats. Just you. Just me. Just forever.”
We moved to the bedroom. Clothes hit the floor in a trail. This time he took his time—mapping every inch of me with his mouth, learning the new sounds I made when he sucked my clit or curled his fingers just right.
I rode his face until I was sobbing his name, then straddled him and sank down onto his cock, slow and deep, letting the bond guide every movement.
He gripped my hips, eyes locked on mine. “I love you, Alisa Moretti. Not the bond. Not the mark. You. The woman who built a restaurant from nothing and then stood up to a pack that tried to bury her.”