The neatly polished door painted in brown closed behind him with a gentle click sound as Sinclair walked out of the room, in which his only beloved, his bride Syna was resting. He felt some strange feelings that were similar to happiness after witnessing Syna in his room sitting right on his bed.
A few naughty ideas flashed into his devilish brain, but the Kvell lord had to suppress his desires and to tame the junior, as that was certainly not the right time to attempt such a thing. Sinclair could not bear to harm his bride in any way even if that included the pain of intercourse.
He remembered the night of their marriage, her sweet moans fell into his ears like a music from the heavens, in between which she screamed his name. The beast within him was tamed at once when Syna yelled with excruciating pain in her lower body and her nails were dug into his back, she wanted it but he was not ready, let alone to agree to hurt her.
