The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 129

GABRIELLE

I hear the whisper of clothes being removed, and I can imagine that powerful, tall, and well-built body completely bare.

For some reason, the urge to see every inch of his skin floods my senses. I fantasize about how his manhood might look—the shape, the color, the size—and I swallow hard at the images my heated mind is conjuring.

I lower my head, feeling a little embarrassed. I need to control myself, or my scent will betray me. We’re mates, and just as that lustful aroma of apples and honey is affecting me, I know very well that he can sense my desires too.

The bond between mates is something far too serious. I don’t even know this man, yet I feel hopelessly drawn to him.

His bare footsteps echo on the tiles, and I decide to stand up and show some autonomy. I’m blind—so what? I’m not some helpless woman who can’t even take a bath on her own.

However, as I stand too quickly from the bench and take a step forward, my foot slips on the moisture created by the steam in the room.

I lost my balance, falling forward, desperately searching for something to hold onto. I didn’t know this place, my hands flailed in the air with nothing to grasp.

I braced myself for the impact that never came. My hands finally anchored onto strong shoulders.

His large, masculine hands gripped my waist possessively, my breasts pressed against his chest, and in my sensitive abdomen, something warm and semi-erect pulsed against me.

I nearly moaned in pleasure when the tip of my nose brushed against his damp, sweet skin, tempting me to lick and devour it.

Oh Goddess, what is this man doing to me?

"Thank you," I whispered, trying to pull away slightly, my palms pressed against his chest.

"Tell me, Gabrielle, why is it so hard for you to let me help you? Is being mated to me that unpleasant?" his voice murmured above my head, his hands tightening around my waist, holding me closer while slowly caressing my lower back.

I considered saying something harsh—I never liked explaining my actions to anyone—but for some reason, the sadness in his tone stopped me.

I didn’t want to hurt him unnecessarily. I wasn’t that much of a bitch.

"I... I've always been used to doing everything on my own. I never liked depending on others," I confessed against his chest, falling silent for a few seconds.

There was still another truth to admit, but I pressed my lips together and said nothing, keeping it to myself.

«Of course it's not unpleasant. Any woman would die to be your mate. The problem isn’t you—it’s me»

I knew he was waiting for my answer, but after a few moments, he just sighed and leaned down, lifting me once again in his arms, princess-style.

"I can—"

"I know you can, that you're a super-powerful Selenia. But I don't care about that. In my eyes, you're my woman and my mate. I’ll do anything for you, no matter how much you push me away," he silenced all my protests.

He carried me to the edge of the bathtub and gently lowered me into the medicinal water.

I thought it would be too hot, but it was surprisingly pleasant, and as I submerged myself, all the discomfort slowly faded away.