“I love you,” he growled at me, as he began to thrust smoothly, rhythmically.
He repeated the words as he continued picking up the pace, gaining speed and thrusting harder as I began to gasp and pant louder and louder.
When we finally shattered together, I cried out as he snarled, our bodies melded together and our souls feeling almost just as connected.
He was mine.
I was his.
We were mates.
That was what mattered—not the way we’d started, or the things we’d said before we were together.
We were a team, now. A couple.
And that was perfect.