All part of a contract, that's what she said.
Somehow, Nathalie had thought at the back of her mind how this was so wrong for her, but what her heart wanted the moment so bad it made it so right as everything fell to the right places.
'W—What's going on—with me?'
In her heart raged from the deep contradictions, but the greatness of having him in her arms reigned over the rest of her wonders. But she could never fight it any longer when he kept her in a trance of making love with him.
Athan's firm arms held every curve that he found of Nathalie with tenderness, and she hated to admit how she felt so special, a surreal time she had with him.
Their union became a symbol of the hearth in the bed, igniting the passion that long-buried in their chest, bursting the repressed feeling.
She wanted none but to savor every single part of him, just as much as he savored hers.
