It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fire and frustration, a battle neither of us could win.
I should have pulled away. But I didn’t.
That night, everything blurred—his touch, his scent, the way his body moved against mine. I had never felt anything like it before.
And then, pain.
A sharp, burning sensation seared through my neck. I gasped, clutching at the spot where his lips had just been.
Lucian pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes wide with shock. His fingers brushed his neck as if checking for something.
And then, I saw it.
A mark.
Matching mine.
Lucian, I whispered, my voice hoarse, my heart pounding.
“What… what is this?”
He turned his gaze dark, intense, almost reverent.
You’re my mate, Mia.
Mate?
What does that mean?
It means we are meant to be together
