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He was not smiling at all, rather there was an unbending coldness with a shadow of something that I could not quite understand. Even though he did not smile much, this time the expressionless face seemed dangerous like fire burning deep into his eyes, just like the fire I was feeling inside me.

"Let\'s get unnecessary things out of our way," he said.

"W-What?"

"Let\'s start with these hairclips," he said. His hands moved skillfully to unbraid my hair and take those little fancy hairclips off. The clips had tiny diamonds on them and the body was made with gold. He placed the hairclips on the dressing table and my hair spread on my back.

"The ointment- you don\'t seem to need it."

"What?"

"For the wound on your shoulder," he said, running his fingers on the place. "My saliva healed it fully. I thought it would not be enough, but seems like I was wrong."

"Your saliva?" I asked, feeling shy even more than I was at the moment.

"Werewolves can heal their mate\'s wounds by licking them. Every werewolf has their healing power, but if a werewolf is badly wounded, then their mate can help them heal. And now as you\'re my mate, I can heal your wounds," he explained.

\'But I can\'t help you.\'1

"Your husband is not weak, my wife," he smirked. "You\'ll find out soon, so don\'t worry."

\'I was not worrying!\' I internally screamed.

"The scent is useless. We won\'t use that as well."

"What scent? Is it the one that the maids talked about?" I asked. The maids were saying that the scent would make a wedding night even more special. I wondered if it was kind of like those drugs that turned people on.

"Yes, it\'s the one they talked about. Those women have nothing more to talk about than other people\'s personal life," he said with a scowl. "And you\'re right. The scent can turn you on."

My cheeks heated up again and I felt compelled to cup my face quickly in embarrassment. But he grabbed my hands before I could move them and chuckled.

"But we won\'t need that. I don\'t want anything stupid bothering the true feelings," he said as if he was disgusted to even think of using the scent. "Now now, my wife, you seem to get some time to think about other things. Shall we begin?"

"Haven\'t we begun already?" I asked.

For a while, he looked surprised and the next moment, he chuckled- a quick change of expression like a sudden thunder in a clear sky though his change of expression was positive.

"Yes, yes we have."

He started kissing the skin on my neck, the exposed part of my shoulders. The heat was rising in an unbearable way inside my belly. And the moment I thought I would let out a moan, he suddenly picked me up in bridal style.

The time when he first picked me up like this and carried me here came to my mind. I felt so relaxed in his arms, but tonight, the relaxation was far away from what I was feeling. I felt as if I was going crazy. I craved something but was too shy to admit it.

"You\'re all red," he said throatily. His voice startled me. He sounded as if he was suppressing something. No matter how I looked at it, it looked painful for some reason.

He sat me on the bed while his hand traced my bareback. I flinched- his warm hand suddenly felt too cold. But still, I did not want to move away from him. Even though I was too close to him, the only place I wanted to be was closer.

He kissed the back of my hand and rubbed my knuckles against his lips. It felt softer than the time when we kissed and hotter as well. His breath felt so ticklish that I almost made a weird sound.

He licked my fingertips. I gasped. What the hell was he even doing? I tried to pull my hand back, but his grip was strong.

"Don\'t lick there..."

"Why not?" he asked, not bothering to stop licking.

"It\'s..."

\'What should I say? That it\'s not conventional? Or is it weird?\'

"I like every part of you. So, let me mark you as mine. This body, this heart- it\'s all mine just like mine is yours," he said.

His lips trailed on the exposed part of my hand and even over the dress, he did not bother to stop marking me with his lips.

I felt weird. I did not know what to do. Soft whimpering noises were leaving my mouth. For some reason, it did not seem embarrassing like before, rather it felt natural.

"Let\'s take it off now," he said and without waiting for my response, he pulled the dress down my shoulders.

I tried to stop him from doing that- it was more like my hands automatically went to stop him, but he grabbed both of my hands with his left hand as he got busy taking the dress off with his right hand. There was nothing I could do, rather than be embarrassed. I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to react as his fingers brushed against my skin.

Even though he was using one hand only, he did not seem to have any trouble in taking it off. In a moment, I was left in nothing but my underthings. I did not dare to open my eyes. Mainly I was afraid to see what kind of look his eyes might hold.

"I will allow it for a bit," he said, "until I take everything off you."

Allow what? I could not ask him that. Rather, I tried to stay calm under his touch. Suddenly his hand left my skin. The emptiness was frustrating. I wondered what happened.

"Perhaps I\'ll just rip it," he whispered into my ear and before I could grasp his words, he ripped the underthings apart with a single pull.

I gasped loudly and my eyes shot open. I was too shocked to say anything- not just because he ripped my underthings, but because of the fire in his eyes. It seemed like a monster was trying to break free from chains.

"Everything but you must go."

I was so focused on the hungry look on his face that I did not even care that I was naked. I did not feel like it was unfair that I had known him only for two days and he had already seen my naked body. Rather, I was kind of happy that it was him. After all, he was the one who had seen my naked soul, yet could not care less about the wounds in it.

"You\'re beautiful," he muttered. "I was sure of it, but now it feels unreal."

He was not touching me at all, rather he was observing my body, taking in the sight that my body had to offer. I wondered if I was worth looking at. I was too slender for my age, but the way he looked at me made me feel so special that I forgot about my insecurities.

Suddenly he pushed me on the soft mattress and before I could catch my breath, he started kissing me. His hands found my breasts with aggressive movements that I almost thought that time had fastened itself.

He bit on my lips and the moment my lips parted, he pushed his tongue inside. We had kissed like this a while ago, but this time, it was too intense. My mind stopped thinking and I stopped breathing as he was discovering every part of my mouth greedily as if there was no tomorrow, no next time.

The moan that left my mouth was too shallow almost like the purring noise of a cat, but it did not make it through as he swallowed it all. His mouth left mine, ending the wet kiss, but someone as inexperienced as me had no idea that it was only the beginning of the shower of kisses.

I had been proved wrong just a while later as he started sucking my neck, his big hands fondling my breasts, kind of like dough.

"Pfft..."

He looked at me with surprised eyes. I clapped my palm over my mouth. I did not want to laugh out loud. Now the situation had become awkward, thanks to my beautiful mouth.

"Sorry, just... the way you\'re touching my breasts, it\'s like you\'re fondling a dough... hahaha, sorry, it\'s not even supposed to be funny," I muttered, almost wheezing. I was still in heat, but the thing was way too funny to resist. Perhaps because I was nervous in the beginning, a sudden simple movement even made me laugh.

"You\'re really something," he chuckled. "Now what should I do to stop your laughing? Let\'s see..."