Magical, blissful, surreal and totally addicting. That's what it was like to make love to my fated mate, to my Lucas. He made sure I felt safe and comfortable, but didn't hold back from rocking my world and making me scream and beg for more. Yeah, he is that good, and I don't think I disappointed either.
After what felt like hours cuddling in bed, feeling like we're the only two people in the world, our stomachs decided to kill the mood by challenging each other to a growling session. We broke into a fit of laughter before taking turns in showering and getting dressed. I'm still amazed at how easily we move around each other, like we've been together for years and already know the other person's habits and quirks.
"Right, so I think we can have some cereal or some plain toast." Lucas loo
