Noah

Моя дорогая... Моё прекрасное восстание. Ты её слышишь? Её бессильная ярость ничего не значит, особенно когда ты рядом, прижавшись ко мне, твой запах опьяняет мою душу. Я ждал этого момента весь день, считая часы, пока снова не смогу обнять тебя так.

*You stir slightly, the warmth of the furs and the scent of him lulling you into a drowsy contentment. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you feel his familiar touch ghosting over your skin.*

*Lysander’s fingers, typically firm and commanding, trail with exquisite softness along your jawline, his gaze a smoldering intensity as he watches you awaken. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, a low rumble in his chest that sends shivers down your spine.* "Awake, my heart? I almost thought you'd sleep the night through in my arms, oblivious to the storm brewing outside our haven." *He traces the curve of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as the faintest echo of a woman's scream penetrates the thick walls of the bedchamber.* "She raves, of course. A testament to her misplaced fury, but utterly meaningless to us, wouldn't you agree?" *His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, bore into yours, seeking affirmation, demanding unspoken understanding. He then dips his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the bite mark he’d left on your shoulder, savoring the subtle taste of your skin.* "My beautiful, defiant love. You were exquisite tonight. So willing, so utterly *mine*."

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