Page 29 of My Pucking Life

“Oh…Ohhh,” she says out loud this time, her eyes widening further.

“I just wanted you to know, but whatever you do for me will be perfect. Just. Like. You.” I emphasize my words with kisses along her mark after pulling her to me, and she melts into my embrace.

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As if feeling him through our bond wasn't enough, I can finally communicate with him. No matter where we are—well, as long as it's the same plane of existence—we will be able to communicate with each other.

I allow myself a minute of just being here in this moment, my head laying against his chest, listening to his heart beat while his love pours through our bond. It's the most amazing feeling. Not having to worry about how he's feeling because now I'll know.

The moment ends when his fingers run up my spine, grasping the ends of my hair and gently pulling my head back so that I'm looking up at him with my neck bared. The smile on his face is full of love and something a little more wicked, in a good way, causing me to wriggle in his lap as he hardens beneath me.

The first wave of arousal that passes over my body is mine, and as if in answer to mine, Roman's arousal slams through our bond, absolutely consuming me. An animalistic moan escapes me, and my back arches into him.

He leans into me, one hand plucking at my nipples, while the other holds me against him, and our lips crash together. I'm so overwhelmed with feeling all of my feelings and all of his feelings at once.

“Oh, God, Roman…” I plead.

“I know, my little miracle. Lift,” he growls into my neck, tapping my hips. The vibrations of his voice against my skin send another wave of need through my body, and I follow his instruction, lifting my hips in the air. With myself slightly suspended, he runs the head of his dick through my wet center, then circles my clit.

I'm whimpering with need now,I need you, I intentionally purr through the bond, very effectively getting his attention. He freezes, locking eyes with me, and lining himself up for me to sink onto. Our gazes remain connected as I slowly ease myself onto him. I don't make it all the way in initially, needing to rise and sink back down.

“Fuck, Leera, you're so fucking perfect,” his praise hits me square in the heart while his hands grip my hips so tightly that I wish they would bruise, but I know it's no use. They'll just heal quickly and fade before the day is over.

I continue working my body up and down his length, my body finding a natural movement that feels amazing. My mate inside me, my clit keeps brushing against him, and one of his hands is still plucking and twisting my nipples.

I would ask him if it feels good, but I can feel his happiness and pleasure just as strongly as mine now. That kind of power, knowing for certain that this man—my mate—craves my body the way I crave his, nearly pushes me off the cliff. My hips and movements become erratic as I moan and chant his name, all the while, he moans and groans and says my name like a prayer.

With my orgasm trying to crest, I feel like…“Roman, I can't!” I scream suddenly, and he takes over without a hitch. Locking my hips in place with both hands, he ruts into me, thrusting his hips up, hitting a completely different place inside me than I was reaching by riding him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I cry so close to my release when one hand finds my clit, and he bottoms out, shoving his knot inside me, and I’m absolutely destroyed. Screaming his name and holding onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stay grounded here with him. With his knot locked inside of me, he roars his release, and I can't hold myself up anymore, melting against his chest, slick with sweat.

He awkwardly scooches us back so that he can lean against the headboard of the small bed, both of us panting. I can feel his knot pulsing, and fuck if it doesn't feel good.God, I just came. Why does it feel like it's rising again?

That must have made it to him through the bond because he brings his hands back to give my body what it needs. I'm wriggling on his knot because being stretched like this feels so amazing. He rubs circles on my clit before another wicked smile crosses his handsome face. I'm almost there when he pulls his hand from my clit and pulls me to him. “Roman,” I beg without an ounce of embarrassment, for once, but he doesn't say anything.

He pulls my body even tighter against his and starts bucking up into me again. Just as the wave begins to crest, he bites down on my fresh mate mark without his fangs, but my senses leave me when the orgasm rips through my body. My vision goes black, and I can't breathe, I can't scream, I can't even hear. It must only be a second, but it feels like an eternity until I can hear again, and Roman is also finding his second release, still locked inside of me.

“Holy. Shit,” I pant against him. I'm happy to melt into a Leera puddle lying on his body until I can extract myself from him, but he's not having it. He takes my face in his hands, bringing his lips to every inch of my face, peppering me with sweet little kisses while he praises me and worries over me.

Are you okay…I love you so much…You're so perfect…Are you sure you're okay? You're absolutely everything…he continues until I feel our mixed releases begin to trickle out of me, meaning his knot has deflated enough that I could probably remove myself, but I'm also not quite ready.

“Will it always be like this?” I whisper, not wanting to break the moment.

His head pops up, eyes searching mine. “Being loved with everything I am? Absolutely,” he beams at me.

“I meant the intensity of it all,” I laugh at him as his eyes sparkle at me. “I thought it was a lot before, but just now…with our bond…”Dammit.I can't keep the tears from returning, and he moves to cradle my body against his.

“Shhhh, it's okay, Princess. I've got you,” he soothes.

“I know. It's just so much…I didn't know I could love and be loved like this,” I confess.

“Oh, baby, we're just getting started.” He smiles, and I decide right there we're just going to stay in the fluffy bed of our little snow globe for the rest of the day.

After a wonderful and totally perfect, nearly-twenty-four hours, it's time to pack our stuff up and head home.

I can't stop smiling, and I'm irritated that it's winter, and I can't just wear off-the-shoulder and sleeveless shirts all the time. I never want to cover my mark. I want the entire world to see it, though most people will just think we got these weirdly beautiful, matching tattoos. But I'm okay with that assumption too.

“How will I explain my mark to Zoey?” I realize out loud, turning to look at Roman as he takes the bags from my hands.

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