#Chapter 11 Drunk in the Dark

Helen POV I couldn't bear it if I was rejected a second time. My second chance mate was better than my first fated mate had ever dreamed of being---if he left me, I'd die from a broken heart or I'd throw myself off a mountain one. Death would be the only tolerable option if I couldn't have Justin with me again. My breasts were full, aching. My nipples were stiff peaks against his chest. His hands squeezed my ass as he ground his cock against the wet pulse at my core. I locked my ankles over each other just as he claimed my mouth with his own. Our kiss was hot enough to set the world on fire; I didn't care who was dancing with us around the bonfire because Justin had lit me up inside, holding me together only long enough to bask in the feeling of me burning down in his arms. Every breath was saturated with heady wine; I'd never known wine was something to be savored before. Malbec seemed to be a drink with a subtle hint or rich red fruits, passion, and a smoky esse