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.

voice cracking with

voice was soft, his gaze gentle as it

as I heard the change in his tone. "I remember everything," he

you remember everything? About us? About our love?" I asked, my voice laced

into a tender smile. "I remember every single thing." Without another word, he pulled me closer,

ever leave me," he demanded softly, his voice

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, love, and

pulling out. His slow, deliberate thrusts at first made my body ache with anticipation, but soon

our emotions and connection reaching

the intense wave of pleasure that left us both breathless

us ready to let go. The sound of our labored breathing filled the room, but I knew

I pushed against

of me and leaving a sudden emptiness in its place. But he didn't move away. Instead, he wrapped