The she-wolf wasn’t entirely surprised at what happened next. She knew full well about her betrothed’s duality, how he could easily turn from a gentleman into a dominating bear in an instant. And that’s what he did. The Endor effectively pinned her down, his body a cage around her. And she let him. Velaine always had a hard time letting anyone catch her in a vulnerable position, yet it felt too easy when she was with Nathaniel. She shouldn’t give anyone such power over her, yet…
In their not so gentle actions, the basin of water was unsurprisingly got knocked over. Water slowly seeped into her gown, but she didn’t even feel it, her blue eyes still fixated on the man crouched over her.
“You have my sarding word that I will come back to you Velaine. Always. I will not leave the woman I love alone. Ever.”
His words… That was like a blow to her chest, knocking the breath out of her lungs. The world paused for the briefest moment as her mind picked on that single word. Love. Velaine still remembered that first day in the carriage when they discussed this. He had firmly said that he had never loved anyone and she believed him. Yet, mere trials had passed and now he was saying he loved her? Could feelings bloom so swiftly like that? Or was she just blinded by her own feelings for him, trusting him all the time?
Fortunately, Nathaniel didn’t give her a chance to ponder about it. Had he did, the thought of someone saying he loved her while she needed to sort out her feelings was more than she could bear. The young woman cared about him that’s for sure, but love… She didn’t even know what it should feel like. As soon as his lips caught her again, all thoughts and concern flew out of her mind. Touching him, feeling him… Velaine didn’t need to think about that. Her body already knew what it wanted.
Their kiss wasn’t careful anymore. She wasn’t holding back and neither was he. His lips were soft but firm, demanding everything from her. At some point, she could taste the sharp steely tang of blood. In their eagerness, they probably reopened his slip lip. Without thinking, her tongue ran over the cut teasingly as she deepened their kiss.
Her hands soon glided over his torso in wonder, fingers running across his pectorals before traveling to the rolling muscles of his back. Saints, she loved how he felt in her hands. Warm and strong and steady. Her touch skittered briefly on his stomach, wanting to map out every ridge and shape of him. When she was finally satisfied with her exploration, her hand rested over the bear claw tattoo on his chest, over his heart. The feeling of his heart thumping as loudly as hers was enough to make her shiver.
Reluctantly, the young woman broke their kiss one more time, her eyes searching his. “Nate….” There was a question in her voice, in her eyes, wondering how far he would take this. From the way her skin was already humming from his heat, Velaine knew that he already had the power over her.
In their not so gentle actions, the basin of water was unsurprisingly got knocked over. Water slowly seeped into her gown, but she didn’t even feel it, her blue eyes still fixated on the man crouched over her.
“You have my sarding word that I will come back to you Velaine. Always. I will not leave the woman I love alone. Ever.”
His words… That was like a blow to her chest, knocking the breath out of her lungs. The world paused for the briefest moment as her mind picked on that single word. Love. Velaine still remembered that first day in the carriage when they discussed this. He had firmly said that he had never loved anyone and she believed him. Yet, mere trials had passed and now he was saying he loved her? Could feelings bloom so swiftly like that? Or was she just blinded by her own feelings for him, trusting him all the time?
Fortunately, Nathaniel didn’t give her a chance to ponder about it. Had he did, the thought of someone saying he loved her while she needed to sort out her feelings was more than she could bear. The young woman cared about him that’s for sure, but love… She didn’t even know what it should feel like. As soon as his lips caught her again, all thoughts and concern flew out of her mind. Touching him, feeling him… Velaine didn’t need to think about that. Her body already knew what it wanted.
Their kiss wasn’t careful anymore. She wasn’t holding back and neither was he. His lips were soft but firm, demanding everything from her. At some point, she could taste the sharp steely tang of blood. In their eagerness, they probably reopened his slip lip. Without thinking, her tongue ran over the cut teasingly as she deepened their kiss.
Her hands soon glided over his torso in wonder, fingers running across his pectorals before traveling to the rolling muscles of his back. Saints, she loved how he felt in her hands. Warm and strong and steady. Her touch skittered briefly on his stomach, wanting to map out every ridge and shape of him. When she was finally satisfied with her exploration, her hand rested over the bear claw tattoo on his chest, over his heart. The feeling of his heart thumping as loudly as hers was enough to make her shiver.
Reluctantly, the young woman broke their kiss one more time, her eyes searching his. “Nate….” There was a question in her voice, in her eyes, wondering how far he would take this. From the way her skin was already humming from his heat, Velaine knew that he already had the power over her.
