The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 168

Chapter 168 But for now, in this moment, he’d devote all his time and attention on the woman who so tightly held his heart. “What are you thinking of?” She asked softly. Raizel meets her questioning gaze, and pulled away from her neck to see that she wasn’t rushing to cover herself. She was in complete sync with him. Comfortable and confident with him as she should always be.She had nothing to be ashamed of- especially not with him. “Just how lucky I am.” He’d admitted. He could hardly care how soft he sounded. He would only ever be like this with Selene. He didn’t have any reason to put up some hard-ass Alpha facade with her when she was the one only thing that gave him hope. Hope for his future and hope that one day he too, can have a family of his own. He could be as sweet as she wanted; nice, caring, affectionate. Anything and everything he would do to keep her happy. Being able to love her properly was more than a honor. Why should he be embarrassed or ashamed of that? He’d do just about anything she’d ask of him. All to keep that dazzling smile on her face. If there was one thing he knew, it was that no matter how strong a mate bond was, a mate bond should never be an excuse to treat your partner any less than when you first find them. As his father once told him, ‘You never truly stop courting your mate. Even after you get into a relationship, you treat them as if you’re still trying to win them over. You give them the best you can do. And everything the best is still lacking when its for someone you love.’ Selene smiled as she shook her head. She wasn’t looking at him anymore but at his hair. Her growing fascination for every little curl she found showing through her expression. “I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m supposed to say.” Raizel raises a brow, slightly amused at the beauty in his arms. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh? Do tell.” Selene rolls her eyes. The smile still on her face betraying her feigned annoyance at the man who was at fault for the endless butterflies fluttering around her stomach. “You just want me to praise you.” she deadpans. “You’re right.” Raizel trails his fingers over her naked skin. The tips of his digits roaming down her hip and coaxing a shiver to come out of her. Selene bit her lip, watching Raizel with bright eyes as he leans toward her face to leave a chaste kiss on her lips. “I’m sorry.” He said suddenly. The dance of his fingers coming to a stop as he looks at her with a slight frown. Selene furrows her brows, puling away from the warm embrace his body and sit up using her elbows. “About?” “Not making our first special enough.” The pull on her heartstrings is almost unbearable. The measly six worded response deepening the frown on her face. She shook her head, giving him a half smile with adoration firmly rooted in her eyes. The man who’d been the picture perfect definition of a prince charming -minus the bloodlust, ruthlessness, gore, bulging muscles- was laying there concerned about the ‘specialness’ of their union. Goddess, she wanted to tell him. To tell him that it was special. That anything and everything he does with her is special. How can it not be when she’s experienced her firsts with him? Her first time holding hands. Her first caress. Her first kiss. Her first pet name. Her first time. All of her firsts with the first man she found herself falling in love with.

How can she ever think that none of that was special? Surely she knew all about the whole ‘gentle, slow, passionate’ cliche. She’d seen and read enough romance movies and books (all supplied by Noah) to know that was the ‘standard’. But they weren’t like those people in those books. They were Selene and Raizel. Two people going at their own pace and didn’t care enough to slow down just to fit people’s criteria. There was nothing wrong with slow, gentle and passionate. Every couple had their own pace, and this was theirs. There was more than enough passion behind their actions. The way they’d call each others name so sweetly. The way his kiss always left lingering sensations behind. The way their lips barely parts for a millisecond before swooping back in for another. The way Raizel savors the grind of his hips to fully express his need for her. The way Selene would always caress the side of his face and stare so lovingly into this eyes. The way the two would join together and simply soak in the other’s presence. They were slow, gentle and passionate. Just in a different sense. And honestly, the two wouldn’t have it any other way. “It is special.” She tells him. “You make me feel special.” She can’t help the warm smile on her face as he stares at her. She feels the thickness of her emotions get caught up in her throat. The overwhelming emotion she feels for him beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Since the very beginning, he made her feel special. Every second they’d spent with each other, Raizel had done nothing but treat her like she was the single most important thing in life. Since the very moment they’d met, he held her captive with time being a nonexistent reminder that one way or another, the two would find themselves in each others arms. Something neither of them would object to.