Page 67 of Bonded By Moons

Destined from the beginning of time, do you accept this mate?

I look back into Willow’s eyes and watch as he says without hesitation and utter confidence, “I accept this mate.”

I feel a single tear streak down my face like a shooting star as my chest tightens with appreciation. I am so grateful to be accepted by him. In both my perfections and flaws, he’s choosing to stand by me forever.

“I accept the mate.” I say back to him.

The bond snaps into place and solidifies like a wave crashing on the shoreline. I feel the glowing strings of our bond connect inside my chest, sealing the fate of our hearts forevermore. I feel warm bubbles under my skin, tingling, and joyful sensations flow through my body. The water feels thinner, lighter, and less restrictive now. I stare down at my arm as a burning sensation starts on my fourth finger and strings a line of constellations and shapes that swirl around my forearm. It’s a tattoo. A tattoo made of pink and blue ink to represent my mate and I.

This is our mate mark. It represents our bond and signifies our unique compatibility, along with our glowing mate rings that encircle our iris’.

We’re mated.

Finally.

He moves through the water at an achingly slow pace, flooding my personal space one step at a time. It’s not fast enough.

I rush forward, laughing and smiling as I jump into his arms. Water splashes against the rocks of the pool, over the edges and onto the cave floor. He lifts me into his arms as I wrap my legs around his him, feeling his hard cock against my lower stomach.

He growls and captures my mouth in a crazed mess. I welcome it, laughing and crying all at once.

He deepens our kiss and as I lick the entrance of his mouth open, invading his senses with the exploration of my tongue. I lean back and suck his lower lip into my mouth, biting it and releasing him reluctantly.

“How did we forget about the bond ceremony?” I say while panting while taking in his handsome features.

Willow is panting too, and squeezing my ass so hard. Clearly, he’s refraining his animalistic needs to take me as his mate right here, right now. “If I’m being honest, I really don’t care. I need to claim my mate, now.” His husky voice sends chills down my spine, causing my toes to curl around his back.

He captures my mouth in a deep kiss again, this time slower and more controlled. I rest my elbows on his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair, feeling his muscles tense with need. Knowing I drive him to lose control of himself, I begin rolling my sex against his throbbing dick, seeking friction and release.

I’ve never been a patient girl.

Willow growls against my skin and tries to hold me still.

“Please, my love.” I whisper against his lips.

The mention of my endearment for him causes Willow to lose full control of himself. Giving into the needs of our bond, he lets out a breath of frustration before taking his cock in a hand and stroking himself between us. We both look down as he runs his hand up and down his shaft. I let out a soft moan and throw my head back as I think about him filling me whole.

“Please,” I plead as I start to palm my breast, seeking pleasure anywhere I can get it.

My body feels a light and I need Willow to douse the flames.

“Is this what you want, mate?” Willow says while continuing to pleasure himself in between our bodies.

“Yes. Now.”

He gives me that crooked smile and lets out a small laugh. “Give me that pussy, Princess.”

I smile and lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I raise my waist and allow his large size to line up perfectly with my sex. Ever so slowly, my Prince grabs my hips and pushes me down onto him. I let out a small gasp and moan as I adjust to his size. I’ve had several one night stands, but nothing has ever felt as euphoric as this.

My body tingles with arousal, and the water of the moon pool keeps me warm while half my body is exposed to the cool night air. Willow lets out a groan as he walks us to the edge where he sets my ass down against the stone. It causes my skin to form gooseflesh and the cold engulfs my body. The only warmth I feel is coming from the connection of our bodies. My nipples pebble. He pumps his dick in and out a handful of times before pulling out of me.

“Lay back.” He requests.

My pink curls roughly cascade across my shoulders and chest as I do as I’m asked and lay down against the cold black rocks. They’re surprisingly soft and smooth for having such jagged formations. I whine and squirm against the cold stone, wondering what he’s doing and why he took away my sudden pleasure.

“You can’t come back in until you come for me, little dragon.”

“What?!” I gasp. “It’s freezing Willow! Please!” I try to sit up and slide into the water but he presses a palm down against my stomach and holds me in place. He lowers himself onto his knees before me, spreading my legs and staring into my sex.

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