Capítulo 17: Prophesied Mates (10) *
Chantal, with a playful glint in her eyes, replied, "Well, sometimes the universe throws unexpected surprises our way. But everything felt so fast in my eyes that I forgot to catch my breath. I never thought I'd register for my wedding even before holding an official engagement ceremony."
"Well, we can't skip the official engagement ceremony, even if we want to. The wedding is also in plan." Yunho, feigning seriousness, added, "Who would've thought I'd find myself in love with a woman whose name I've heard of and worked with, but had no time to see eye to eye?"
Chantal laughed. "Please humor me, a person who was always centered on goals and the betterment of society. I was trying my best to find my fiance, but I never thought he was within my reach. My parents have kept your name confidential ever since I knew of it."
Yunho, enjoying the banter, retorted, "True, true. Remind me to thank your parents for arranging for us."
The couple, wrapped in a warm embrace, succumbed to the gentle lull of sleep within the cozy confines of their cabin. They were unaware that an unexpected turn of events would soon disrupt the peace of the night.
In the dead of night, the temperature controller within the cabin malfunctioned, plunging the summer haven into an eerie cold that defied the season. The forest, once vibrant with the warmth of summer, now exuded a wintry chill, even though the external weather remained unchanged and no trace of frost adorned the surroundings.
Amidst this abrupt shift in atmosphere, Chantal stirred from her slumber, her body throbbing with an unexpected agony. She awoke to a sudden, sharp pain in her abdomen and a rise in body temperature. Clinging tightly to Yunho's clothes, she sought relief in his comforting presence.
Yunho, roused from his sleep by the distress of his mate, was immediately alert and concerned. Drawing upon his reserves, he retrieved a healing potion from a hidden storage space, ready to aid Chantal in her unexpected plight.
The waves of pain wracking Chantal's body were intense, and she found herself voicing her suffering in hushed murmurs. "It's so painful! More agonizing than any wounds I've endured on the battlefield," she confessed, her words an affirmation of the severity of her discomfort as she lay nestled in Yunho's protective embrace.
Yunho, recognizing the source of Chantal's distress, offered a delicate explanation. "Wife, you're in heat." His words held concern and understanding as he tried to comfort his wife. But he was also trying his best to keep himself from lunging at his wife.
Chantal's flushed cheeks—a combination of pain and embarrassment—only served to kindle Yunho's hidden desires. In that intimate moment, his offer to help carried a depth of emotion that he had never shown before.
"Will you let me help you?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm.
With unwavering trust, Chantal responded, "Husband, just do your best!"
Yunho bit his lips to keep himself awake, fighting the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him. His desire to comfort his wife, Chantal, motivated him to stay awake throughout the long night. Blood oozed from the torn surface.
He then leaned down to kiss Chantal. The act of sharing his blood with Chantal was not merely a romantic gesture. It held a unique and potent benefit for werewolf mates. Yunho's blood, laden with a natural anesthetic, possessed the power to alleviate Chantal's pain.
Observing the calming effect take hold on his wife, Yunho moved with deliberate tenderness to ensure her comfort. Each touch, each caress, was a testament to the deep connection they shared. As their clothes were delicately shed, the intimacy between them deepened, and the exchange of pleasure became a link of shared vulnerability and trust.
Chantal luxuriated in the tactile sensations of Yunho's body, every contour and ridge beneath her fingertips telling a story of longing and desire. During their passionate kiss, Chantal was caught in the middle of all the feelings that were going on around her.
She let the vitality in her veins flow through her flesh, and soft moans—a soaring chant of hunger—came out of her lips like silk. As the sparks between them got more inviting, the room seemed to throb with the beat of their attachment. Shadows moved across the walls.
Yunho's sharp blue eyes caught a glimpse of ecstasy in Chantal's eyes as they fluttered open. The closeness of their love affair put her in a dream, and a haze full of delight saturated the air. Yunho, whose voice was a husky mutter, broke the pace. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, his words a potent blend of concern and desire.
The question he asked remained in the air, and Chantal, nevertheless experiencing the effects of their intimacy, responded in a whisper that was both sincere and playful. "A little better, a little pain, and a little pleasure," she admitted. The words hung in the air like something that they could only share with each other.
Yunho was enamored with his wife's beauty and felt the pull of her sincerity, but he couldn't ignore the undercurrent of passion that was pulsating beneath her words. Her answer, which was an intricate synthesis of danger and allure, made him want more. In the dimly lit room, the lines between dedication and longing became fuzzy.
"Husband, don't hold back," Chantal whispered, her voice a soft blend of affection and frivolity.
Yunho replied, "I love it when you call me husband." His laughter filled the room.
Yunho's blue eyes glowed, and the emotions inside them grew stronger as he smiled. The room seemed to be filled with a mystical glow that made the pair feel very romantic.
Chantal could feel the slight changes in the air around them. It was like the air itself was responding to their romance. "Hu-husband..."
"Shhh... relax."
The once mundane space now exuded an aura of sweetness and ease, enveloping her like a protective cocoon. The pain that had lingered in the peripheries of her consciousness began to dissipate, gradually fading away until it was no more.
Chantal lost track of time. The boundaries between them blurred, and the world outside ceased to exist. Morning light filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, and Chantal opened her eyes to find herself nestled beside the person who filled her heart with joy.
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