The lost mate
Chapter 72: Reconnecting again

Chapter 72: Reconnecting again

Anne almost screamed when she heard Damien, and she turned to face him.

"I didn’t mean to scare you."

Damien stepped closer to Anne, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Anne’s breath hitched as she felt his fingersgraze her skin.

"I wasn’t expecting you." Anne blurted out.

Damien smiled softly.

"I will leave if you wish."

Anne hesitated, unsure of what she wanted. She took a deep breath before finally speaking, "No, stay."

His smile grew bigger.

"I want to wash you," Damien said, his voice low and husky.

Anne’s mind went blank for a moment. She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. She couldn’t deny that the thought of Damien washing her body was turning her on. He had taken off his shirt and was only dressed in a pair of shorts while she was naked !

"It’s not a good idea." She stuttered.

But Damien just smiled and took her hand; the water ran down in rivulets over his toned chest.

"Trust me," he whispered, pulling her closer to the warm water. Anne’s heart raced as she gave in to the temptation of letting Damien wash her.

Damien reached for the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature. He then grabbed a bottle of body wash and poured some into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, creating a rich lather.

Anne watched as Damien slowly began to wash her body. He started with her shoulders, massaging them gently as he worked the lather into her skin. Anne closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she felt Damien’s strong hands working their magic.

Damien moved down to Anne’s breasts, cupping them gently in his hands. He washed them carefully, paying special attention to her nipples. Anne couldn’t help but let out a gasp as she felt Damien’s fingers brush against her sensitive flesh.

Damien then moved down to Anne’s stomach, washing it slowly and deliberately. Anne could feel her body responding to Damien’s touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

Damien then kneeled down in front of Anne, his eyes locked on hers. He reached up and gently spread her legs apart. Anne’s heart raced as she felt Damien’s fingers brush against her most intimate area.

Damien began to wash Anne slowly and deliberately, his fingers exploring every inch of her. Anne couldn’t help but let out a moan as she felt Damien’s fingers enter her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, Damien stopped and stood up. Anne looked at him, confused.

"Now turn around and let me wash your back." He said it with a smile.

She turned around and placed her hands on the marble. He started scrubbing her back with the shower puff. Once he got her all soapy, he dropped the puff and started running his hand over her slick wet skin and worked on the tension knots . She couldn’t help but moan. It felt heavenly.

As his hands worked out her tension in my back, she could feel another kind of tension building.

His hands slid across her slick skin, moving past her shoulders to caress her neck. Running down her arms to her hands, then to her waist and up to her breasts. Making her nipples harden under his touch. Giving her goose bumps. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him everywhere. She pushed her butt against his groyne and could feel that he was hard. She started rubbing her butt against that hardness.

She moved her hands from the wall and grabbed his hips. He turned her head so they could kiss. The soap had long been rinsed by the cascading water.

Bending her over a little, he positioned his long, hard dick at the entrance of her pussycat. And he pushed himself until he was rooted deep inside.

"Oh God, this feels good. Mmmm, yes, like that." She moaned.

The only response she got was a growl. She could feel him get bigger and stretch her more. His instincts took over, and he started slamming into her harder and faster. The bathroom resonated with the sound of flesh slapping together and the squish of the water. He was rubbing against her G-spot, and she was quaking and quivering. She could feel her orgasm building. Anne orgasmed with a primal scream. As her pussy muscles clamped down on his rock hard cock, he started to howl. With one final thrust, he pushed his way into her cervix. That forced another ripping orgasm from her.

She was shaking, and the only thing holding her up was Damien’s grip on her hips.

His breathing subsided, and he eased himself out of her.

"Wow, you can really clamp down. Are you trying to break it off?" he laughed.

"I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago." She replied.

"I will never complain about being inside of your sweet body. It is indescribable. I feel like I am home and in heaven all at the same time. I could spend my life locked with you," he said.

She rested her head on his chest, and the shower washed off the traces of their lovemaking. He then stepped out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel. He dried her body and his as well, then gently laid her down in the bed. Not bothering to get dressed, he got in besides her.

As they lay intertwined, he whispered softly in her ear, "I love you more than words can express." She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

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The morning air was crisp and fresh as Anne, Damien, and Ryan made their way through the pack grounds, heading towards the kindergarten. Today was a big day—their son’s first day of school. She exchanged a glance with Damien, who gave her a reassuring smile.

Ryan, dressed in his favourite blue hoodie, was wide-eyed, taking in the new surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and nerves. He stayed close to Anne’s side, his grip on her hand tightening as they approached the building. The kindergarten was nestled near the heart of the pack’s community, a cosy building surrounded by tall trees and a small playground. The sounds of children laughing and playing filtered through the air, mixing with the rustling of leaves.

"We’re here," Damien said softly, glancing down at Ryan. His voice held a note of pride, and Anne saw how much this meant to him as well.

Ryan looked up at the building, then at his parents, his big blue eyes filled with uncertainty. "Do I have to go, Mommy?" he whispered, leaning closer to Anne.

Anne crouched down to meet his gaze, brushing a hand through his soft hair. "You’re going to have so much fun, sweetie. You’ll meet new friends and play games. And your teachers are really nice," she said, her voice gentle and encouraging. She could see how torn Ryan was between excitement and fear.

Damien knelt besides them, his large hand resting on Ryan’s small shoulder. "And we’ll be right here to pick you up after, okay? It’s going to be a great day."

Ryan nodded hesitantly, his grip on Anne loosening just slightly as he scanned the children already inside.

As they reached the door, one of the teachers smiled warmly and waved at Ryan. "Good morning! My prince," she said brightly, her voice full of warmth. "Come on in; we’ve been waiting for you!"

Ryan clung to Anne a bit more tightly, his eyes darting towards the other children and back to the teacher. But as more teachers and children greeted him with smiles, Ryan’s fear seemed to fade, replaced by a shy curiosity.

"Go on, sweetie," Anne whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You’ll be okay."

With one last look at his parents, Ryan took a deep breath, let go of Anne’s hand, and walked inside. His small feet padded across the floor as the teachers guided him to a group of children playing with colourful blocks.

Just as Anne and Damien began to turn and leave, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Hello, Annie."

Anne’s entire body tensed, the sound of Jessica’s voice pulling her back into the present.