Moon Bound Hearts

straints of the outside world. The soft click of the door closing reverberated in the air, a symbol of the momentous

ly on the woman in his arms. Gently, he lowered Elena onto the bed, his kiss unbroken in its fervour. The taste

Oliver broke the kiss, his l

s lips found the curve of her neck, a vulnerable expanse that invited his attention. His kisses were a b

influence. A voice, deep and resonant, urged him to claim her, to mark her as his own. His inner wolf

wolf's voice echoed within his mind, its inten

– that Elena deserved to know more about their world before such a significant step. "Wa

r, the pull of instinct threatening to overpower his rational restraint. A silent battle raged within him, a tug of war for

is sacred and powerful. She's the one," Roy persisted, his word

ut please, let's be patient. She needs time to understand our kind, and our world, and to accept us. If we force ourselves upon her, it will only

standing that rushing things could result in losing her. A soft whimper resonated in the depths of his thoughts, a s

her time, let her choose us willingly. That's the kind of bond we want – one that's built on trust a

turned more tender. "We're in this together, Roy. We'll do right by her

He blinked, a sheepish grin slowly spreading across his features as he refocused on the present. "Hey, ea

u better not be thinking of another woman while making love to me," Elena's glare was met

her lips. Elena's fingers found his face, drawing him into a passionate kiss that eclipsed any lingering thoughts. The

othing became an afterthought, forgotten in the fervour that bound them. In the midst of tangled limbs an

wine. Clothes were discarded, every layer a step toward deeper intimacy. Their union, born

n, the tactile connection sparking flames that defied the darkness. Their love-making was a symphony of whisper

g the fire that had been smouldering between them. The room bore witness to their s

in its arms. She drifted into sleep, her body and heart still basking in the afterglow of their pa

ents were careful, deliberate, as he lifted Elena into his arms in a bridal carry. His strength cradled

nto the inviting waters of the Jacuzzi. He watched her for a moment, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on her featu

ase, he began to massage her muscles, his touch a blend of firmness and gentleness. Each stroke se

tened on their skin, he dressed her in soft, comfortable clothes that he had thoughtfully prepared. With a f

, a shared cadence that seemed to echo the depths of their connection. The weariness that had been momentari