Chapter 176 A night to remember
William led Doris back to their tent silently. His large hand swallowed hers as he pulled her forward and closed the tent flap after her to trap her in with him. She stood still and watched his back as he took off his cloak and shirt.
She had the sudden urge to press into him forever and never live a day without his touch. If only he would stay,
When he turned to look at her, his eyes held questions that his mouth refused to ask. Silently, his eyes roamed over her body. Every inch of her shivered as if he had touched her and traced the outline of her curves with his long fingers. Doris unbuttoned her cloak and tossed it to the side where his own landed.
A spike of hunger flared in his eyes as her fingers pulled at the hem of her sweater. Normally, she might have laughed at the thought that he found her desirable wearing an old oversized sweater. But his gaze only made her feel… unstoppable. It made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world that he would look at like that.
Even if it wasn’t true.
William crossed the room and pulled her sweater off her before she could get the chance to tease him. He pulled her body against his and she gasped at the feeling of his warm skin. It made her feel as if she was about to start sweating in freezing weather.
“I don’t want to hear a word unless you’re begging for more.” He said roughly against her ear. She could have melted against him right there and let him clean her up off the floor, but he held her firm.
William lifted her off the ground and wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the bed and fell on the soft surface with her as one. A tent was different than a cave, there were no stone walls to keep in their sounds but that was the last thing Doris wanted to think about. Even if it meant getting strange glances all day tomorrow.
He kissed down her skin, over every scar that ruined her. He kissed over her mark that claimed her as his. She used to curse the sight of it, now she wanted to display it for the world to see. She wanted to wear it proudly and let everyone know they belonged to each other and it was foolish to ever think otherwise.
It felt like an old version of herself that used to see his blue eyes in her nightmares when they were now only in her best dreams. They calmed her fears and let her know his feelings even when he wouldn’t talk to her. His eyes were a dream in their own..
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