112 The Ulfric (3)

Daryn's chest swelled with pride for his job well done, sensing that she appreciated his efforts. He had ordered this dress for her long back. 

"Thanks Daryn, it's beautiful," she replied with a gleam in her eyes. "When did you order it? I am sure this must have taken a long time to be made and how did you know the size?" she chuckled. 

"I ordered it when I had first danced with you," he replied softly looking into her eyes.

"You mean, during your engagement with Maya?" she asked incredulously. "But we weren't even—" There was a tingling sensation on her body. She placed the dress back in the box and crawled up to him on the bed. She was on her knees and he got his knees up. She cupped his cheeks and he couldn't resist her after that. He kissed her passionately. "Thank you," she rasped out when he left her. There were no more words left. 

"You're welcome," he breathed out. 

Dawn was ready in an hour.