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“Your mom pretty much said the same thing to me,” I reply.
“He said he could tell we have a good relationship. I said he was wrong.”
“You did?” I ask in surprise.
“Yes.” He takes my hand, and we walk into the tent, into our new life together. “Great, not good.”
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Inever thought I'd have a wife. I never thought I'd accept a fated mate into my life, much less marry her, but I'm glad things worked out the way they did. It's such an incredible feeling to have Mira by my side.
Things certainly seem to be working out the way they're supposed to. I don't think things could be better right now. It's peaceful. It's a wonderful existence.
I glance down at the beauty in my arms, unable to believe she's mine. Now and forever.
“Mira...”
Even her name on my lips fills me with a longing nothing can fill. I need her, I need to be inside her.
But as much as I crave her body, I know there's more to our marriage than physical pleasure. We are bound by something greater than lust, something that runs deeper than the blood coursing through our veins.
We are fated mates, two halves of a whole, and I am grateful every day for the connection we share.
I brush a lock of hair from Mira's face and press a kiss to her lips. She lets out a soft moan. I feel a surge of heat in my body atthe sight of her, and I lower my lips to hers. Our tongues tangle together, and I feel the sweet sensation of her body pressing against mine.
As we pull apart, Mira's eyes are heavy with desire, and I know exactly what she wants.
I carry her to the bed, laying her gently on the mattress before joining her. Our hands roam over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of skin, every curve, every valley, every peak.
Mira's gasps and moans fill the air, and I know I am doing something right. I am fulfilling my duty as her mate and husband, providing her with the love and pleasure she deserves.
Our bodies intertwine, and I can feel her responding in kind to my touch as I undress her. She's so beautiful, the perfect image of a fated mate. I can't believe she's real, that she's here beneath me, eagerly spreading her legs and arching her back as my fingers explore her wet pussy.
I want to see her like this, writhing and moaning and screaming my name, but I won't let myself give in to her. Not yet.
I pull my fingers away from her and stand at the foot of the bed, leaning over her. She looks at me, her eyes full of questions. She wants me inside her, and her eyes tell me as much.
But I won't let her have what she wants. Not yet.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, and slowly, I pull it off of my body. I toss it aside, and my eyes lock onto hers. She licks her lips.
"My turn."
She sits up, and her fingers trace over every inch of exposed skin. Her touch is gentle, almost hesitant. She doesn't seem to know where to start.
I chuckle and climb onto the bed, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close to me.
"You're not getting any closer until you kiss me."
She buries her face in my shoulder and presses her lips to my neck, and I sigh as her warm lips press against my skin.
"That's a start," I murmur.
I put one arm around her back to hold her close, and with the other hand, I guide her face to mine. She kisses me for the first time.
"Is this what you want?" I whisper against her lips.
