Sophia

SOPHIA

None of it mattered. The ruthless killings, the danger my life had been put in, even the outburst he had in the room before he left overnight. The hole he punched in the wall didn't make me afraid anymore. He would have never hurt me, and I knew that to my core.

The dead bodies we passed by in the restaurant didn't hinder my love for him one bit. He was still the man I baked cupcakes with. He was the protector that saved my life countless times.

I loved Makar.

To anyone on the outside, my love confession might have looked like the worst decision in the galaxy, but they didn't feel what I felt. They could have never known the depth of my love for him.

Looking over all the stars shining brightly before us in that hallway, I finally found something I never thought was real. All my trust in men had been flipped on its head.

He was my mate.

He wasn't just an assassin that only knew how to kill and murder to get what he wanted. He wasn't even just a man who was madly in love with me.

Makar knew how to take anything in the universe and turn it into a passion. Whether it was killing for his family, baking cupcakes that would take anyone's breath away, or loving me, it was all filled with passion and enthusiasm. Nothing was done lackluster with him, and I knew our life together would be no different.

For a moment I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to have worked at Modzrabe on that first night.

Thinking that somehow I might have missed meeting him pained me.

"Take me home, Makar."

Immediately, the rich fabric of the table cloth was whipped around me and I was back in his arms.

"Whatever you want," he promised, running down the stairs, back out through the restaurant and into the street. Apparently Vinduthi super-healing had done its work. "Always."

I kept my eyes closed, not because I was afraid to see what he had done, but because I wanted to savor this sensation. His warm, strong hands on me. The scent of his skin. The sound of his breathing.

They combined to put me into a trance.

Not to sleep, but to make me aware of every one of his movements, the pulse in his throat.

His desire for me sparked my own with every heartbeat.

By the time we made it back to our room, I was burning with need for him.

At the entryway, he shifted to hold me with one hand, and a rosy light bloomed from the corners of the room.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?"

I smiled at the memory. "Yes. We got flour everywhere."

"And sugar." He chuckled. "I would never have said it," he said. "But I think I even slightly knew then that you were my mate. It was a tiny whisper in the back of my head. I only heard it for a split second." His voice got closer with every word. "Now…" I laughed as he carried me deeper into the room. "I want to do what I should have done then."

My heart beat faster at his words. My lips kissed his neck before he set me on the bed.

"Makar," I whispered as he buried his head in my neck and wrapped his arms around me.

"Yes, Sophia?"

My eyes traveled around the room. It was only a few hours ago I was here, waiting, my heart breaking.

Now everything was different.

"I love you. I should have said it sooner."

"No," he responded, pulling away from me and placing his hand on my cheek. "You said it at exactly the right time. I should have said it sooner."

His lips grazed mine, and I felt myself melt. I knew what came next and knew it would tip me over the edge of being turned on into frantic euphoria.

He pressed his lips onto mine, and I swore I could have fallen backward from his force. He was going to show me just how much he loved me in every single way, and I couldn't wait to know what it felt like.

His hands traveled down to the lace covering my breasts. I gasped as he played with my nipples. He leaned down and kissed them gently before pulling the lace aside and sucking on them.

His teeth bit down on them slightly, and I wrapped my legs around him, using my calves to push him closer to me. His tongue traveled onto my skin and gave me that same tingling feeling it did the first time we made love in the kitchen.

It still felt like drugs were pumped into my skin whenever his mouth touched me.

I heard him unbuckle his pants, and I went to take off the lingerie before his hand grabbed my wrist. "Leave it on," he whispered while leaning up to kiss my lips gently.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a second while he took off his clothes, trying to catch my breath, failing.

He stood back up, and I reached my hands out, feeling in the darkness for his abs. My fingers trailed over his pecs and downward until I felt them. Even just touching the hardened muscles beneath his skin made me wet for him. My hand reached for his cock, but he grabbed my wrist again.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered on my lips before kissing his way down my chest and stomach.

I propped myself up on the bed and spread my legs while his hands wrapped around my thighs. He licked my clit, and immediately the adrenaline rushed through me. His saliva almost felt cooling, like my blood was turned down three degrees in temperature from it.

It was almost a relieving feeling. He could relax all the muscles in my body with just one lick. I throbbed as he sucked on my clit more. I almost thought I would shatter before he shoved two fingers inside me, and then I knew I would.

He hit every spot perfectly like he always did, but that time was different. There were no unsure thoughts in my mind, no reasons to look over my shoulder and be worried someone might be coming after us, and no doubt that we were meant to be together forever.

"Makar," I breathed out, placing my hand on the back of his head while he dove into me face-first.

He moaned on my clit, and the vibrations made my legs jerk. His grip on my thighs tightened while he continued fingering me. He moaned again, probably sensing that I enjoyed it maybe a little too much.

My hand gripped the edge of the bed, and my eyes rolled back in my head. "Makar, you're gonna make me lose my mind."

He chuckled, his warm breath hitting the opening of my pussy. "Again?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop, please!"

"Well, because you asked nicely…"

I heard the grin in his words before he returned to eating me out and moaning on me. My muscles all contracted as I screamed. I swore I came from both the fingering and clitoral stimulation at once. I wasn't even sure that was possible before that night, but it was Makar.

He got up from the bottom of the bed and slowly took his fingers out of me. His hand wrapped around my waist, and I pulled him in for a kiss.

"I want to taste myself on you," I whispered before our lips touched.

That comment must have driven him crazy because his cock doubled in size almost instantly—and he was already hard when I said it. I hadn't felt him that hard before, and I wasn't sure all of him would fit inside me.

He angled himself toward my opening and held my head in his hand. "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded through heavy breaths. "I've never wanted anything more."

"Good," he replied as he slowly slid inside me. "Because I haven't, either."

He thrust into me fully, and my fingernails dug into his shoulders while I held onto him. Our foreheads pressed together while he moaned and kissed me, savoring every part of me with his touch while making love to me.

My pussy still tingled from his saliva, and when he thrust into me, it must have pushed some of it in me because my entire pelvic region vibrated with the cool feeling. His lips moved to my cheek and then my ear.

This is it. The bite.

He licked my neck slightly while thrusting into me. I moaned and threw my head back, keeping my neck still for him. I wanted it to be perfect.

"I love you, Sophia," he whispered on my neck.

"I love you, too, Makar."

His teeth grazed the skin of my neck, but I was almost too overcome by all the adrenaline to notice. He bit down, and I grinned, knowing that was the moment I craved with him for so long.

All the chaos was over. We weren't playing undercover chefs anymore. We weren't hunting anyone, and no one was after us. It was the first moment we were able to be free with each other, and I was ready to experience true freedom with him.

His teeth sank into me, and I screamed. It only hurt for a second, but even that little bit of pain collided amazingly with the sex.

Then, the saliva kicked in. It traveled from the bite location into my bloodstream and then all throughout my body. Within a second, I felt like I was floating on a cloud and would never come down. Every thrust he made was more euphoric because my body felt as if it were wrapped in his claiming bite.

Wrapped up in Makar.