His lips moved down my stomach until he reached my core. He hooked two fingers under the hem of my panties, peeled them off of me, and pressed his hot mouth on me.
So slowly, so softly, so sinisterly.
I arched my back, loving every moment of us together, and pulled him back up to me, unable to hold off much longer. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I pulled him down, making him press his hardness against my wetness.
“Please, Roman.”
He smiled and pressed his lips to mine. “I love you,” he said, golden eyes glowing. Then he thrust himself into me until his hips were against mine. My eyes widened as I tried to adjust to his size. Everything about him and about this moment was more than I could ask for. I was more than glad he had made me wait.
Knowing he was my mate made my first time a thousand times better.
When I adjusted to his size, I clenched myself around him. He slowly pulled out, and I tightened again. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath. He pushed himself back into me, and I moaned.
“More, Roman.”
His fingers brushed against my cheek. “You’re so sexy when you moan my name.” He pulled himself out, then pushed himself back in—this time quicker.
I dug my nails into his back. His cock filled my tight pussy, and I moaned again. He continued to fuck me harder and faster and rougher, leaving me begging for him to continue. I never wanted him to stop. Not when his fingers brushed against my swollen clit. Not when he latched onto my nipple with his teeth again.
My legs shook uncontrollably. I grabbed onto him, hoping he wouldn’t stop, and he didn’t. “Cum for me, Isabella,” he whispered in my ear.
I screamed his name, and he thrusted into me once more. Then he pulled out and came on my stomach. He gazed down at me with so much love, and I gazed up at him with so much guilt.
He was my mate, but I had a terrible secret I needed to spill to him.
Chapter 32
Isabella
His fingers danced across my collarbone, so softly. They were soothing, and I didn’t want him to stop. He snaked them into my hair and pulled me closer, his canines brushing against the nape of my neck.
A chill ran through my body, yet everything inside of me seemed to warm. My wolf and I loved this.
“I want to mark you, my dear Isabella,” he whispered against me. “I want to show everyone how wonderful their new luna is. I want to finally show everyone that you’remine, and only mine.”
I stiffened at his words. I should’ve seen this coming. I shouldn’t have let my thoughts get in the way and stupidly believed that he wasn’t my mate. Maybe I didn’t blindly believe that; I just didn’t want to admit to myself that my matedenied me a position as a warrior. He knew that I deserved to be on the battlefield next to him, but he refused to grant something so precious to me. That was betrayal. That had always been betrayal, whether we were mates or not.
A stray tear rolled down my cheek as I stared into those golden eyes. They were so comforting. So fucking comforting.
He brushed the tear away with his finger, taking my face in his hands. His brows furrowed together. “What’s wrong, Isabella?” he asked, tense. “Do you not want me to mark you?”
His wolf was clawing to mark me already. He wanted nothing more to claim me as his, to make sure nobody else would try to take me away from him. But it was too late for that.
My lips trembled. “Roman,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed. “I have something I need to tell you.”
He sat up, eyes concerned. “What?”
For a few minutes, I tried forming words, but I couldn’t. How could I tell my mate that I was going to leave him—willingly? My lips trembled again, another tear slipping down my cheek. “I have to leave,” I said so quietly I barely heard myself, but he heard me.
He tensed. “What do you mean?”
I parted my lips. No words. I tried forcing them out again. Nothing. “I… I…” I grasped his face in my hand, tickling my palm with his stubble. “I have to leave for a year.”
Roman didn’t move, but his grasp on my fingers tightened. “Isabella, tell me.”
“Don’t hate me, Roman, please. I made the decision before I knew you were my mate, and I can’t take it back now.” My heart was breaking into a million tiny pieces that I wouldn’t be able to put back together. Not now. Not ever.
“Now, Isabella. What’re you talking about?”
