Ellie's POV
I clung to him, burying my face against his neck, breathing in his scent as if it was the only thing keeping me alive. His kisses trailed across my cheek, my jaw, down to my throat, each one leaving fire in its wake. His hands shook when they held me, like he was both terrified and overjoyed all at once.
“Ellie,” he whispered again, his breath hot against my skin, his words trembling. “Don’t ever leave me. I can’t lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered back, my lips brushing his ear. “You’re my mate, Ethan. Always.”
We clung to each other, moving until everything blurred—the fire, the fear, the doubts, all of it drowned beneath the strength of our bond.
And when it was finally over, our bodies collapsed together, trembling and slick with sweat. His arms wrapped
