Chapter 87: First Kiss In The Dining (2)
He stepped closer, his movements measured and purposeful as though he knew his little wife could no longer escape from the moment they had both been waiting for. No matter how hard she tried to hide or deny what she felt, he could feel every emotion that surged within her to know when she was lying.
He could hear her heart racing in anticipation, yet the hesitation and nervousness that dwelled within her were the only thing that made it difficult for her to make up her mind on what she wanted, and he was going to help her make that decision tonight.
When he kept coming closer with no intention of stopping, Madeline instinctively backed away.
Her heart raced rapidly as she continued to move back, but soon felt the table that had stopped her movements, her fingers clutching tight against the ends of the table as he had her trapped and secured under his intense gaze.
He leaned in, his breath fanning her cheeks, and she squeezed her eyes shut, silently trying to wish the moment away as she set her lips into a thin line.
Madeline couldn’t understand why she was so hesitant, and she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want to do it with him. He wasn’t only good-looking, but he had given her much care and attention than anyone else ever could. As his wife she should be able to do even more than just offer him a kiss, but right now she could only compare herself to a frightened mouse that got cornered by a large cat.
"Don’t stress, just keep calm." He could feel her shoulders tense abruptly from just their close proximity, and he cajoled above a whisper. "Take deep breaths and look me in the eyes while you do so." He swallowed his own urgency as he knew he needed to prepare her and not scare her away.
"Maddie." He whispered, his voice low and husky, but audible enough to entice the woman he had cornered against the table.
Madeline’s eyes closed briefly before flickering open once more, their gaze locking onto his and falling into the spell they casted. Cassian leaned in, moving slowly, giving her ample time to pull away if she wished, and to his gratification, she didn’t.
Leaning close enough to take the initiative, their lips finally met, soft and tentative at first to the point it felt like everything surrounding them had vanished, leaving them with the privacy they seeked. And all that could be heard was the light crackling of the firewood that burned in the front-room quite a distance from the dining, yet the burning flames casted a dim glowing light into the dining room, softening their mien.
Cas’s lips touched hers, gentle and coaxing, and Madeline felt herself melting into him as he continued to drop soft kisses that sent tingles skittering from her heart to every nerve in her body.