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He raises an eyebrow. “Does your increased heart rate mean you won’t smite me with your magic if I attempt it?”
“Smite you?” I chuckle. “No, Stellan. I’ve actually been growing impatient, wondering if you would ever make the first move and kiss me. I was—”
He cuts off my speech by slamming his lips into mine.
This kiss is nothing like the chaste peck that we shared at our wedding in front of a room full of people. It’s powerful and full of passion. And I hope that my kiss conveys what I’m feeling to him—all the longing I’ve felt, and all the happiness I’ve experienced since marrying him.
I know that it’s far too soon for love, but I feel so much for Stellan. I never expected this.
Stellan keeps one hand on my lower back like he’s making sure that I don’t move away from him—as if I would. The other hand, he tangles in my hair. He has to bend over to reach me, but I stand on the tips of my toes trying to get closer.
My heart feels effervescent in my chest as it races embarrassingly fast considering my husband can hear it. He knows exactly how my body is reacting and it feels unfair considering I can’t do the same when it comes to him. But when I feel him growl against my lips and pull me tighter against him, I think he must be feeling the same way.
It’s too much, but not nearly enough.
Stellan pulls his lips away from mine first and he breathes heavily as his eyes study me carefully.
“That was…” his voice trails off.
I nod my agreement.
“As much as I want to keep kissing you, I think we should stop now,” he says.
My stomach sinks a little with disappointment, but I know he’s right. I’m not ready for anything except kissing and if he kissed me like that again, I might forget all the reasons why it would be a bad idea for more. We may be married, but our marriage is far from traditional. We’re still getting to know one another and the last thing I want to do is rush things.
I look into Stellan’s eyes and his teal blue ones still haven’t looked away from mine. He just watches me like he’s trying to memorize something. I’m afraid to ask him what color my eyes are—I’m not sure I want to know the answer right now.
“My room or yours?” I ask.
My words seem to pull him out of his stumper and he slowly grins. He laces our fingers together and tugs me away from my room and toward his. My stomach is still doing flips from our kiss as he tugs me inside, shutting the door behind us.
Stellan’s room is roughly the same as mine—the same layout, only mirrored, except his room ishis. My room is bare and still feels like a guest room. But Stellan has his personalized with little things—like pictures of his family pinned up on a corkboard. His duvet is a shimmering midnight blue with matching curtains covering the windows. The desk in his corner is covered in papers, though the rest of the room is neat and organized. I have a suspicion Stellan doesn’t actually clean it himself. He may not even have the time to, with all of his princely duties.
We come to a stop at the end of his bed. He still hasn’t let go of my hand, so I look up at him. When I do, he leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my lips—not a short kiss, but also not a heated one like before. When he pulls back, I look at him, wondering why he kissed me again, not that I’m complaining. He had said he didn’t want to kiss me in our rooms.
“Sorry.” He grins like he’s not at all apologetic. “I couldn’t resist.”
His words cause my stomach to do another flip. We each walk to our own side of the bed, and climb on. Neither of us stays on our own side though, and we meet in the middle. Stellan pauses long enough to take his shirt off. He tosses it right onto the floor.
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Do you really want me to wear a shirt that bad?”
I give him a fake stern look. “We both know the answer to that.”
His grin widens. “If you really want, I could walk around without a shirt on all the time. Though, I’m pretty sure the way you drool over me would really scandalize my little brother.”
Stellan slips his arm around me and pulls me against his side. Hesitantly, I put my head on his chest. He grabs ahold of my hand and laces our fingers together. I glance up at him, feeling oddly shy.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to resist kissing you,” he warns.
“Looking at you like what?” I ask, almost afraid of his answer.
He doesn’t answer though. He just watches me with those blue green eyes that take my breath away.
I think… I might be fully in love with my husband.
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