Every scrape of those nails tells me she's here with me.
That this isn't a dream.
That she isn't going to disappear the moment I wake up.
The second I feel her pussy clench with her second climax, I strike, biting her neck where I touched her before.
“That's it.Right there.Fuck, you're such a good girl coming for me when I tell you to,” I groan when she starts to come again.
“Rand!”
Daria is screaming my name, her pussy clenching all around me, and I have no choice.
I follow her right over the edge—a howl torn from my throat as I pump her full of my seed.
“Mine.Mate,” I growl against her skin.
The words are more than possession.
They're a vow.
A promise.
A prayer answered after four decades of waiting.
From this moment on, she will never face another day wondering if she's enough.
Because she is everything.
Everything I have ever wanted.
Everything I will ever need.
My mate.
When at last we come up for air, I rest my forehead against hers.
My mate smiles.
“So...”
“So?”
“I guess this is our second first date.”
I grin.
“Honey.”
“What?”
“I plan on making every date after this even better.”
She laughs, and the sound settles something deep inside me.
For the first time in forty-two years...
I am exactly where I'm meant to be.
