Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 656 Chapter 656 My Existence

*Selena*

Oh Goddess, it was breathtakingly beautiful. My mate had made love to me, and I was utterly lost in the waves of pleasure he brought me. As our mating reached its completion, my eyes widened in surprise. The mating mark on his neck began to illuminate, a soft glow that seemed to pulse with life. A sudden warmth spread across my back, and I realized my own mark was also gleaming.

The marks that had once disappeared were now vividly reappearing, glowing with an ethereal light. The bond was reforming, pulling us together in a way that felt deeper, stronger, and more profound than ever. But before I could fully grasp the moment, Zander's expression shifted. His face contorted in pain, and he closed his eyes tightly, a loud growl escaping his throat.

"Zander?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear as panic gripped my heart. When he opened his eyes again, they gleamed a bright, unnatural red. My breath hitched as I stared into them, realizing it wasn't just Zander I was looking at Lyon was surfacing.

Even Arena stirred with alarm.

"Zander! Zander, what's happening?" I stammered, my voice rising in urgency. I was scared, confused, and desperate to understand what was going on.

We were still connected, our bodies intimately joined, and I could feel him still hard and throbbing inside me, his movements halted as his body trembled with suppressed energy. My hands reached out instinctively, touching his face in an attempt to ground him, to bring him back to me.

talk to me!" I pleaded, my voice cracking

was soft,

the change in his tone. "I

his words, my breath hitching. "You... you remember everything? About

lips curling into a tender smile. "I remember every single thing." Without another word, he

ever leave me," he demanded softly, his voice raw

that moment, the weight of everything unsaid lingered between us. I couldn't give him my word-not yet. Instead, I let my silence speak for me I kissed him back, pouring every ounce of desperation,

positions, pinning me beneath him without even pulling out. His slow, deliberate thrusts at first made my body ache with anticipation, but soon they turned fierce and needy, as if he were claiming me all over again.

our emotions and connection

together, riding the intense wave of pleasure that left us both breathless and

The sound of our labored breathing filled the room, but I knew I had to pull away. There was so much to discuss now

pushed against

sudden emptiness in its place. But he didn't move away. Instead, he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me back into his chest, his warmth and