Her Soul Bonded Mate

Chapter 10

“What the hell was that?” I asked, as I tried to wrap my mind around what had just happened.

“I’m sorry about that. I have no idea why she came. I promise you I ended things with her and she has nothing to do with me,” he said, stressing every word and looking at me like he needed me to believe him or his world would crumble.

“Why does she have a key and what the hell does she mean that I will never be your true mate? What does being friends have to do with anything?” I said, unsure if I was angry at her for what she said or angry at him for giving her a key. If she was only a f**k buddy, then why the hell did she have a key to his dorm?

“I have no idea how she got a key to this room. I know damn well that I didn’t give it to her. You have to believe that,” he said, searching my eyes for reassurance as his hands somehow found their way to the back of my neck. I don’t even know or remember how he got so close, it was like one moment he was across the room and the next he was standing so close that our lips could touch.

At that moment, I tried my best to remember that his hook-up was just in his room; however, when I thought about how he defended me in front of said hook-up and the look in his eyes as he tried to convince me to believe him, my legs couldn’t help but go weak and I found myself saying, “Really?” in a voice that sounded like a kid who was told they were off punishment.

That made him smile, “Yes really. I told you, you are the only girl for me. No one else matters, especially not Sam,” he said, as he lifted my chin so our eyes could meet, while the other hand traced its way down my body, resting firmly on my lower back, instantly sending a pool of wetness between my legs and my heart on a power run.

“We should probably get some sleep?” I said, more as a question than an answer, but I didn’t move. Instead, I waited for him to do something, like back away so I could lay down and dream about having s*x with him.

He smiled then said, “Yeah we should get some sleep,” then kissed me. A part of me was expecting it, but I was still shocked that he did it after agreeing to my idea of going to sleep. His kissing was aggressive, a lot like it had been in the car. And I could feel his length between my legs as he used one hand to pick me up and place me on his bed, not once releasing our kiss.

Oh my God, is this about to happen? I thought as I kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his hands working their way down my body. Suddenly, I felt his hand between my legs. I had thought about m**********g before, but never got up the courage to do so because, for one, I didn’t think I’d do it right, and for two, I wanted Liam to be the first one to touch me there and, boy, was it worth it. The way his finger worked me was unlike anything that I could have ever imagined. Without warning, he broke our kiss and turned his attention to my neck while I began sucking in the air as if I was drinking it from a straw.

That’s when I felt his fingers pull out and something else that felt a lot wider and bigger enter. I had heard that the first time was painful, but mine wasn’t. In fact, it was amazing. The feel of him inside me was everything I thought it would be and more. I didn’t have to do anything, but because I didn’t want to lay there like a dead fish, I wrapped my legs around his waist and started grinding my hips the way I had seen it done in porn. Yes, I watched porn, but that was because my best friend in high school thought it would be a good learning experience for us when we decided to go all the way with our boyfriends and it kind of was.

“You’re mine,” he said, as he began kissing and sucking on my neck as if it were his last meal. Then I felt that sensation that I heard girls back home talk about ripple through me like a volcanic eruption releasing every built-up tension I had been carrying for the passed five months. And when it was all over, he rolled over and I laid my head on his chest and stared at the ceiling, smiling like an i***t.

“So that’s what that feels like,” I said, breathlessly to myself. It was meant to be rhetorical, and in my head, because I didn’t want him to know that this was my first time.

He chuckled, then kissed my hand and said, “Yeah that’s what it feels like. And thanks, by the way.”

“For?” I asked, confused.

“For confirming that I was your first. It means a lot,” he said, catching me off guard.

I blushed, then lowered my head, “I don’t know how to respond to that,” I said, bashful.

“You don’t need to, just know that from today on you are mine and that’s all that matters,” he said, repeating what he had said not too long ago.

“I’m yours? You make me sound like a trophy or something,” I teased.

He shook his head no, then pulled my face towards his, “That’s not what I meant. I don’t see you as a trophy, Neffi, I see you as my other half, my mate, and I love you. I can’t imagine you with somebody else. I’ve felt this way for a long time,” he said, staring at me as if I was the most important person in the world and with every word I found myself falling deeper in love with him and the fact that he said he loved me first, made it even better.

“I love you too. I always have and always will,” I said, meaning it. I had longed to tell him this but never found the right opportunity, considering how weird I thought it would be for me to walk up to him and say I love you when we were barely even friends. Again, he smiled, then kissed me and, at that moment, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world because I had finally gotten my prince.