Hattie cheered, "This is your season, milady. You will find your husband." You only need to avoid slapping anyone and hold back your tongue, the maid dully thought in her mind before a nervous smile made to her lips. Just avoid any possible scandals this time.
The person emerged from the shadow of the pillar and the trees of the garden on this side of the inner palace. When Anastasia looked up to see who was lurking in the shadows, her eyes widened on seeing Dante. Her throat felt dry, not expecting him here, as she had only seen him disappear a moment ago.
Drawing my lips closer, I kissed her neck softly and.. quietly. I could hear her heartbeat. It was pounding harder each second. Was she was scared of me? I could feel it as she shook her body a little.
He wore a vest that was left open and loose trousers of their tradition. She had seen the men either wear trousers or also some kind of garment draped around their waist. Then they were either shirtless, wore a vest, or a robe that was also left open. Whatever they wore, their chest was always bare.Â
Ravina closed her eyes and ears from the ear-tearing sound. When she opened her eyes again, a large black figure with wings cast a shadow over her. Her heart trembled before two large claws swiftly swept her off the roof. A cry tore from her throat.
Ravina had avoided him most of the time, just like he avoided her as if both knew getting too close would make them break down. He used to hug her and her sister a lot when they were younger. He was in fact more playful with them than her father. He loved children and spoke of having many. She could understand that he probably changed his mind and decided to keep just one. Maybe she should ask him about prevention methods.
He grabbed his stomach where the blood seeped, trying not to get angry despite the pain. It was a different kind of pain. Not obsidian. This was something that caused him pain even with small movements. He hadn't seen it before.
Wide-eyed, she watched as he stood, completely naked and totally unashamed about it. He walked with grace, not minding one bit how the other men in the room stared at him, even at his manhood.
She forced herself to speak. To beg him to just take her now. But she was pinned down on the bed, still facing down. His broad body and heavy mass of muscles had covered her beneath him as the bedroom's door suddenly swung open.
When he pulled back, she saw him. The prisoner. He was still almost naked. "You will be my breedmate." He smiled deviously and then crashed his lips against hers.