Book 14: The Mate Bond Snaps

Maeve

I expected this to feel awkward. So much time has passed. We had each other for a single night, and then months went by. Should I have forgotten what his hands feel like? Should my body be tense and unyielding when he climbs next to me, carefully bracing himself with a hand to the mattress as he leans over to kiss my lips, my jaw, and down the slope of my neck while his free hand glides over my hip to my thigh?

Instead, I melt into his touch. I drown in him. Every ache and pain fades and is instantly replaced by a dizzying sense of belonging and being beloved. It’s natural. It’s like touching and being touched by him is something I was built for, like he was made for me and I him. Yet, I’m not as agile as I was once. Moving around–being thrown this way and that way is obviously off the table, but Soren… knows what to do.

“Oh!” I cry out, gripping the sheets when his mouth dips between my thighs, his arms snaking around my legs and pulling me