Alexander
Perfection.
That was the only way to describe what had just happened, at the way my mate looked laying there nestled between us. Her face slack, eyes glassy.
Julian was looking at her with a stunned expression on his face, his fingers pushing her disheveled hair off her sweaty forehead. “Are you ok?”
I was glad he had asked, I wanted to. I really did but I couldn’t seem to speak just yet. Was this what s*x with a fated mate was like? If it was, no wonder people raved about it. All over encounters paled in comparison.
Hannah was everything.
“That was…” Hannah’s voice was sleepy.
“Amazing, mind blowing?” Julian was smiling down at her, looking more and more like a lovesick puppy by the second.
“Perfect” I found my voice.
She smiled at me. “All of that” She shifted slightly
