The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 828

They were like dry tinder—one spark, and everything ignited.

Their rhythm was effortless, their bodies moving together with a familiarity that broke through every last bit of hesitation. Herman laced his fingers through hers, pinning her hands gently above her head as he kissed her, hungry and unrestrained.

Outside, the moon was stunning, bathing the world in a pale, silvery light.

Maybe it was the magic of the moon, or maybe it was her, drawing out something raw and primal in him. Or maybe it was Rowan’s lingering jealousy pushing Herman to take what was his.

Strength met grace as they moved together, bodies rising and falling beneath the moonlight...

For Anastasia, it was like drifting on the surface of the sea—weightless, then suddenly plunging deep. The breeze outside whispered, waves surging and breaking until she was swept up in a rush of sensation.

Eventually, the waves quieted and everything stilled.

Anastasia clung to Herman’s strong back, gazing at the moon through the window. The night air was cool, and after all that wildness, the calm felt precious.

Her breath was shaky at first, but soon it evened out, slow and peaceful.

Herman eased off, utterly worn out, and fell asleep beside her.

But Anastasia couldn’t sleep. She pressed up against his back, closed her eyes, and breathed in his scent. That deep sense of comfort she’d missed so much washed over her again.

The next morning.

Anastasia woke early and started breakfast. She put on a pot of porridge, laid out two small plates of pickles, some stir-fried potatoes, and a simple carrot salad. Everything was light and fresh.

The smell of food coaxed Herman out of bed. He spotted a neatly folded change of clothes waiting for him on a nearby chair—Anastasia’s touch.

He slipped into the cozy loungewear, ran a hand through his messy hair, and headed out of the bedroom.

The sight that greeted him felt achingly familiar.

Anastasia, hair tied back, apron on, came out of the kitchen with two plates in hand and flashed him a smile. “Morning! Breakfast is ready. Today’s menu is porridge and carrot salad.”

The scene meshed with a fuzzy memory in his mind. Herman blurted out, “Didn’t we used to eat porridge and carrots all the time?”

Anastasia’s heart did a little leap—he was finally remembering.