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Sylvia held onto Zakariah tightly as they
shared kiss after beautiful kiss. There were tears decorating her eyes,
tricking down her cheeks, as the overwhelming emotions and happiness wreaked
havoc on her heart. “I love you.” She whispered
the words to him again as his lips began their assault on her neck, leaving
butterflies fluttering in her chest. There were no words that could possibly
explain the happiness coursing through her very soul because of the tattooed
male, just as there were none that could do her love for him any justice.
“As soon as we can.” They couldn’t wait. Not when it had taken so long for them to come so
far in life, and in their relationship. Tonight, tomorrow, this week, the next,
they had to get married as soon as they possibly could. It didn’t have to be a
big ceremony, and it didn’t matter if no one was there to witness their
joining. As long as they were together, becoming man and woman, husband and
wife, then that was all that was needed. It was all that mattered.
“Before I met you,
Zak, I didn’t know what it was like to look at someone and smile for no reason.” The admission escaped
her quietly as fingers massaged briefly against the back of his neck before
moving into the thicket of his hair. He as so wonderfully perfect and although
she had said the words over and over again, Sylvia would repeat them every day
for the remainder of their lives together.
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Each touch of his fingers against her body,
even though the fabric of clothing, set her skin ablaze with desire and
anticipation and want. There were thoughts of ridding him of his clothing, of
stealing from his lips and exploring his body running rampant through her mind
as azure hues hungrily gazed upon him after he made mention of her affinity for
violent delights. “If only you knew. If only.” Words were whispered in
a subtle challenge and promise. If his patience was truly a tempered weapon,
and if he was willing to put in the time, he would not the extent of her love of
violence and destruction.
As he had leaned closer her body lulled
nearer to him, enjoying the closeness. His hand moved along her thigh and lips
parted slightly in a silent moan as memories of their interlude at the tavern
flashed through her mind. Images of being trapped betwixt the warmth of his
body and the wall, of his hands on her and hers on him, of the moment their
lips had met for the fraction of a minute, haunted her mind without remorse. It
was a delicious torture that had come without warning. His words were heard but
Selina could not find her voice to respond immediately as his moved his hand
against her ribcage and stole the very air from her lungs.
“The perfect prey is
already in my sights.” There was a smirk playing on her
lips as her fingers danced down his arm until finding his hand and linking
their fingers, not giving him a chance to refuse the handholding. “Don’t worry, precious, I can keep up with anything you
throw at me. Now come on.” Without another word, or an explanation,
Selina pulled him towards a spot close to the bar where they could watch and
stalk any potential prey. Though it would be a safe assumption to say that the finding
prey was not to sole thing on her mind anymore.
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