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Casey’s hands slid up to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as he kissed me back with equal fervor.

My hand found its way to his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

The warmth of his body, the softness of his lips—it was everything I’d craved.

The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more desperate. My hands roamed over his body, memorizing the way he felt under my touch.

I could feel the mate bond forming between us, the pull of something greater than either of us drawing us together.

It was electric, undeniable.

As the kiss broke, Casey’s breathing was ragged, his forehead resting against mine.

“Sawyer…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. Instead, I gently guided him to the couch, pulling him into my lap, our bodies pressed together.

My lips found his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there, and I could feel the shiver that ran through him in response.

His fingers traced the lines of my jaw, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

“You don’t have to hold back with me,” he whispered, his voice a quiet plea.

“I won’t,” I promised, my voice low, full of intent.

My lips traveled lower, down the curve of his neck to his collarbone, and Casey’s breath hitched again.

I could feel the bond between us growing stronger, more tangible with every touch, every kiss.

It was like a part of my soul was connecting with his, tying us together in a way that went beyond the physical.

As my mouth returned to his, I knew there was no going back. This was it. This was everything.

But I paused, lifting my head to meet his eyes. I needed to be sure, to know that this was what he wanted too.

His eyes were soft, filled with trust. Casey gave a small nod, his hand lifting to caress my cheek before pulling me close again. That was all I needed.

I gently bit down on the sensitive skin just above his shoulder, the spot where the mate mark would form, and as soon as I did, a surge of energy rushed through me.

Casey gasped, his body arching against mine as the bond solidified, locking us together in a way that couldn’t be undone.

The mate bond pulsed between us, a warm, golden thread that wrapped around our souls, binding us as one.

It wasn’t just a mark—it was a promise. A vow. I was his, and he was mine, in every sense of the word.

Casey’s eyes fluttered open, his lips trembling as he looked at me, his hand lifting to touch the mark on his shoulder.

“I can feel it,” he whispered, wonder filling his voice. “I can feel you… in here.”

He pressed his hand against his chest, and I knew exactly what he meant.

I could feel him too, like he was a part of me now, something I could never be without.

“I’m yours, Casey,” I murmured, my voice raw with emotion. “And you’re mine.”

Chapter 17

Casey