Garden Of Poison

Though surrounded by snow, Emily didn’t feel cold; instead, she felt warmth in Raylen’s presence. Her footsteps were quiet as she approached where he stood, while her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

"Don’t be scared. I am here to take care of everything and make sure you are safe," Raylen remarked, gently taking her hand in his to lead her towards the makeshift bedding on the forest floor.

As Emily heard crunching sounds in their surroundings, her gaze shifted to the side. She noticed a thin, opaque barrier constructed from ice forming around them to give them privacy, even though there wasn’t a single soul in sight apart from the two of them.

"Better?" she heard him ask her, and her eyes shifted back to meet his captivating blue eyes, which she found herself drowning in.

"Thank you..." Emily murmured, wondering if he was keeping an ear on the rhythmic thudding of her heart. "Thank you for—!"

Raylen nudged one of her legs, causing her to fall into the cradle of his arms, and he gently lowered her to the ground. He delicately brushed her lips with his finger. "Always so polite, Princess," he said, increasing the pressure on her bottom lip.

There was something about Raylen’s sweet words and touch that carried an underlying edge. Emily briefly closed her eyes when he tenderly caressed the side of her cheek, and her lips parted in a sigh of pleasure. The ground wasn’t hard, and their clothing provided enough cushioning so that her back didn’t bruise while he hovered above her.

When she reopened her eyes, she found Raylen staring at her. As seconds ticked away, she raised her hands and cupped the sides of his face, cradling it with gentle affection, and a soft smile graced her lips. Her fingertips delicately traced the contours of his face, from his temples to his jaw, before she weaved her fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

Emily’s toes curled, her heels digging into the ground as they indulged in another mouthwatering kiss. As if hungry for each other, it took only seconds before their lips began to fervently move against each other, their tongues entangled in an erotic dance, thirsting to taste every inch of one another.

As they kissed, Emily felt Raylen’s hand glide from her neck to her shoulder before travelling down to her breasts, which were anxiously waiting for his touch.

A shiver ran down her spine when Raylen teasingly brushed her nipple with the back of his hand. The touch might have appeared innocent, but Emily knew that, coming from her soulmate, it was anything but. A little surprised at the tingling sensation and his touch, her hand moved towards his chest just as he used his other hand to grasp and gently push it above her head.