Marking

Helena’s P.O.V.

“There’s nothing compared to your loved one’s embrace. The intimacy, safety, and unconditional love make you feel at home, trusting yourself in their hands without any reservations...”

Although Zayden had no issue with being outside, I insisted on going to the mansion. I had no intention of waking up with back pain tomorrow, given that my body had repeatedly betrayed me in the past.

He picked me up and teased me on the way, enjoying my blushing.

“Your face is beet-red, Luna. Goddess, you are still feeling shy.”

Well, that ‘still’ was an overestimation because it was indeed awkward for me to be naked in front of a man after five years. Our mate-bond had given me the strength to break my mental barrier and cherish my mate as a whole.

This small break was essential for me as my mind had lost its functioning after the haze of the first orgasm, making me yearn for more. I simply wanted him inside me, riding over ecstasy over and over again.

But it would be self