Grabbing the back of Solene's head, Henri placed more pressure on their kiss. He gently brushed his tongue along her lower lip and then followed it with a slight suck. This opened up Solene's mouth more, allowing him easier entry. His tongue invaded her again, tasting her, coaxing her own out from its comfort zone.
When their first kiss was short and hot, this kiss here was ten times more. It was smoldering and continuous, and judging from the way Henri held her, it wasn't ending anytime soon.
Solene, brought by her nerves, stilled for a moment, but with Henri's encouraging movements, she gradually submitted to the heat of their kiss. She angled her head to the side and stuck out her tongue, sparring with his in a passionate duel. Despite technically inexperienced, she didn't feel awkward at all. He was perfect with guiding her.
Trying to acquaint herself with his person, she reached up and threaded her fingers along wit
Solene stirred as the first light of day kissed her face. She softly mumbled and rubbed her cheeks more against her pillow finding it downier and smoother than she remembered it to be.She heard the sweet chirping of birds somewhere outside the room. The lovely tune earned a small smile on her lips. It was a welcomed alarm clock for her.Opening her eyes, she expected to be greeted by Patricia, standing in a corner with her ready-made breakfast, but that didn’t happen.Instead, the serene face of Henri welcomed her line of sight.Her jaw dropped whilst a silent gasp escaped her lips. Her eyelids fluttered and her head reflexively moved backward to create a bit of distance between their faces. As it turned out, their noses had almost touched. If she were any inches nearer...Oh boy.Heat immediately rose on her cheeks. They had shared kisses already yest
When Anklet told her she would be trained on how to fight, Solene wasn’t surprised. She assumed it was because of the hostage incident in the wedding boutique that was why Henri ordered it. She couldn’t complain though. Her grandfather had already trained her how to fight in the past. If she didn’t stop those trainings when she reached high school she would have probably become a black belter now.Solene just nodded in understanding and went to the bathroom to take a bath. When she watched her reflection in the mirror, her mouth immediately gaped and a visible blush colored her cheeks.She wasn’t too innocent not to recognize the angry bruise on her neck that looked particularly like a kiss mark. Remembering her moment with Henri, she bit her bottom lip. So this was what he meant by ‘flaunt it however I like.’She couldn’t do that of course not because she was asham
Solene was led inside the Master’s chamber that evening by Norman and Patricia. The entire time she traipsed the hallway, her thoughts swam to the idea that not only was she about to have a dinner date with Henri, but she will be entering his room once again.The very room where she woke up this morning and the very room she will be sleeping tonight.This was good practice for her future married life with him, she thought, but still, that didn’t mean her heart wasn’t pounding like crazy, especially when thinking about their intimate session in her room. It was highly likely it would happen again in the very near future.Once Norman opened the double doors, she entered and gaped. Truly,
Henri neared Solene, his pace unhurried. He relished watching her get all flustered with his words, words that even he himself was surprised. They spilled unchecked from his mouth, but he didn’t regret actually saying them. She had to know she was safe ′from’ him, ′with’ him, and that he cared about her safety and happiness above all.Gently, he ran his thumb along her cheekbones all the while she stayed glued to her seat. He saw her stiffen briefly, felt her slight discomfort, but he understood why she had these instinctual reactions. Just like him, she was new to this kind of relationship. They both needed to adjust. They both needed to take each step with caution.He leaned a little planning to end this evening dinner with a kiss or kisses maybe, but then he noticed a shadow move in a darkened part of the mansion roof. He knew immediately what this meant.“You must be tired,”
Meridith handed her a wrapped box while Solene sat in her receiving room’s couch. She gave her mother a questioning look and asked, “What’s this, mom?”“Open it, Solene, and you’ll see,” she simply stated.Furrowing her brows, Solene unwrapped the box and found its content to be rather surprising.“This is father’s book,” she muttered and glanced at her mother in awe.“Yes,” Meridith nodded just as she looked at Riza.“That book is called the Book of Death, Solene,” the older woman stated.“But your father prefers to call it a grimoire,” Meridith added. “It is time I give it to you.”“Is this a wedding present mom?” was Solene’s question. She remembered holding this book back when she was still six. She found it on
Solene found a place where she could cry her heart out and oddly enough, it was the center of the maze where the statue of the theta lay. This was illuminated with soft spotlights numerous enough to make her feel safe around the darkness of the area. She sat at the edge of the fountain and brought her knees closer together so that her head could rest, while the grimoire, well, she left it lying on the ground. She didn't have an urge to open it yet.There was not a single sound of her sob, but her eyes streamed grossly with tears. They fell like liquid crystals onto the cobblestone ground, similar to the fountain's splashes of water.Indeed she felt betrayed by her family and it deeply stabbed her trust in them, but still, she understood their side as to why they had to keep the truth from her. After all, her mother and father got what they wanted. She was able to live her life normally, or at least for the past six years where the tattoos pr
For Solene, everything came in a rush the next morning. First, she was awakened by Meridith and Patricia with silly smiles on their faces and stacks of boxes behind them obviously full of her wedding outfit. This made Solene blush and remember that this was the day she was getting married.Second, after a short, peaceful bath, she was pulled quickly by Armand’s team to do the hair and make-up. Solene was silent the whole time, only answering and smiling whenever it was necessary. She recalled her talk with Henri last night and the parting words he gave her before she went back to her room with the book.’I’ll make sure you won’t regret marrying me, Solene.”She was more than certain he wasn’t bluffing at all when he said that. He had been doing an excellent job as her betrothed since the very beginning and so, surely, as her husband soon he would do even better.&n
“Easy now, Solene, are you trying to drunk yourself?” Henri asked when he noticed Solene downing her third flute of wine in less than two hours.They were in the couple’s table located in the central area of the customized stage inside the grand hall of the Rantzen mansion. Behind them was a wall of white tulips supported by massive Greek-inspired pillars. In their front were the guests, comfortably sitting on their seats while a popular Spanish band played their lively tunes.The reception party was in full swing. Spectacular introductions of the Mr. and Mrs. were done earlier by Joyce’s team and well wishes by Solene’s family and Henri’s siblings were done along with the cake cutting, first dance, and the toast.Solene was all smiles during these moments while Henri remained pleased with her reactions. He couldn’t keep his eyes off his beautiful wife then, more so