Chapter 466: I mean...it’s a honeymoon (M)
My memory ran toward a certain night when I was still living in the Lair.
Warm temperature, heavy breathing, wide and shaking eyes...I could hear his erratic breathing and perhaps because of our bond, his panic.
"Nat--"
"Valen..." the name coming from his lips was rough, gritty...obsessive. "Can you...get away..."
My heart dropped at the way his voice contained so much struggle. He closed his eyes and furrowed deeply, as if the sight of me was an immediate threat to his sanity. Oh, it broke my heart to see how much he was struggling, especially after realizing that I was the one causing it.
And Mother--still he tried to not force himself on me. Oh, how I loved him so, so much.
"It’s okay," I raised my hands and cupped his heated cheeks. I could feel them tremble beneath my palm. "Nat, it’s okay."
I pulled him closer and pressed his face against my neck, cradling his head. "It’s okay, I won’t go anywhere," I kissed the top of his head, rubbing my cheek against his horn. "You don’t have to go through it alone again, okay? I’m your husband, so let me help."
Right away, I heard a muffled sound of a growl, and the rip of a sheet beneath his hand. I blinked and all I could see after that were his eyes; his deep, glazed eyes staring at me like they wanted to swallow me hole.
...perhaps, I shouldn’t speak too fast?
Before I could speak more, however, his hand had found my waist and his lips were already on mine. His lips, his tongue, his breath--everything invaded my mouth like a heatwave, overwhelming. It was miles from the kiss he usually gave me, which had always been soft and considerate, even if it was deep. But this one...this one was meant to quench thirst and flame lust; every stroke of his tongue inside my mouth was made of lust.