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Chapter 469
~Zara’s POV~
I began to move. My thrust became slow and deep, echoing the rhythm of our hearts. Our mouths met again, and our tongues tangled as our kisses grew wet and hungry.
Aira’s nails raked down my back, legs tightening around me, drawing me deeper.
There was nothing rushed about it.
For the first ten minutes or more, we made love like it was a promise—a prayer and every movement, every breath, was a declaration.
I worshipped Aira’s body with mine, whispered her name like a sacred hymn, and when her eyes locked on mine, wide and teary with bliss, I knew I would never need anything else in this life but her.
"I’m yours, Aira," I declared in a voice that conveyed emotion as the pressure built in my core. "Forever."
"Then take me," she cried softly. "Take all of me over and over again."
And I did. In a flash, I rolled over and let Aira straddle me. She was a vision, hair mussed and lips parted. I couldn’t hold back.
I pulled Aira to me, kissing her as though I couldn’t get enough.
I lifted her hips and helped her position her opening just above me. Then I lowered her, slowly, inch by inch.
Her body tensed as I slid inside her deeply in this angle, stretching her walls to fit all nine inches of my dick inside her warm, extremely wet pussy.
"Aira..." I gritted out, holding myself back from the urge to thrust into her.
I needed to go slow. To be gentle.
"Look at me, my mate," I said gently, my hand lifting to cup her face.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. "We have time," I promised, kissing her softly.
"I know, but... just let go, Zade," she murmured against my lips.
Her words undid me. She was ready and beautiful.
I gripped her hips and rolled, pinning her beneath me. Aira gasped, her nails digging into my back as I thrust deep, filling her.
"Zade..." she breathed.
"Say my name again," I growled.
She did, over and over, louder, faster. "Gods, Aira..."
My pace quickened. Her legs tightened around my waist, and her cries grew louder, her body arching. She was close.
"Aira, cum for me," I commanded.
The words pushed her over the edge, and her walls clenched around me, pulsing. I couldn’t hold back another moment.
With one last, powerful thrust, I followed her over, burying my face in her neck as pleasure rocked through me.
"I love you," she murmured, breathless, her fingers stroking through my hair.
I raised my head and kissed her.
"You are my forever," I whispered.
"And you’re mine," she replied, smiling. But before I could utter another word, Aira spoke up. "Mark me, my love."
"I want every part of you," she whispered. "Even the wild ones. Especially them."
And then she bit me.
The pain was sharp and sweet, laced with a sudden, electrifying pleasure that shot straight down my spine.
I groaned aloud, gripping her hips tightly as her teeth marked me just above my collarbone. I could feel the bond snap into place, like a tether locking us together—not just physically, but soul-deep.
As she licked the spot, her eyes met mine, wild and shining.
"There," she said softly. "Now we’re whole."
I pulled her down into a kiss—desperate, claiming, possessive. My hips rose to meet hers again, and together we began to move—not frantic, not rushed but together.
Her body rocked with mine, sweat mingling, skin slapping, moans echoing as we climbed again toward that peak—only this time, we weren’t just seeking pleasure.
We were sealing forever.
"Zade—!" Aira cried as her orgasm claimed her once more, her body trembling violently in my arms.
I followed her with a growl as our pleasures became one, the mark on my neck burning as I spilled inside her, locking us together with every breath, every thrust, every drop of love I gave her.
We collapsed together, tangled, panting, marked.
And I knew, as she curled into me with that soft, satisfied smile, that nothing—nothing—could ever break what we had now.
Not even death.

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