I was face to face with the mirror again, my heart beating erratically against my chest as I watched him. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he moved closer, taking off his shirt in one swift motion.
I swallowed hard, looking at the feet. Even though it was through the mirror I could see him, I could feel his gaze burning holes into my skin. I felt his warm hands caress the dimples I had on my lower back slowly, and then his hands moved to my belly. Swallowing hard, I dared to face him, trying to decipher the emotions he felt.
Dagen only raised his brows at me and said nothing for a while. His eyes wandered across what I was wearing and he gave a slight smirk then held my face in his hands.
He planted a small kiss on my nose and then smiled at me which was strange. "You're beautiful, do you know?"
"I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say. This man made me feel conflicting emotions. One moment, he was harsh towards me and another he was being sweet.
He took off my clothes slowly and guided me towards the bed. The way he towered above me made unease settle in the pit of my stomach. "Every inch of you is perfect Gina," he murmured, staring down at me.
I avoided his eyes, feeling too exposed in front of this man. Yet a part of me could not deny that I wanted him badly. He was handsome and the way his muscles were toned were the definition of perfect. The moon goddess seemed to have come down from the heavens and crafted this man all by herself perfectly. Every little detail about him added to his sexiness.
"Are you nervous?" He asked, getting completely naked.
I nodded slowly, turning my head to meet his eyes once more. My breathing was ragged and somewhat shallow in anticipation. I did not know what to expect from this. These kind of things were forbidden things to talk about back home. Was it going to feel nice? Or was it going to be painful? My head was back to the stream of thoughts that had clouded my mind earlier as Diane dressed me.
He cocked his eyebrow at me. "What is wrong Gina?"
"Nothing," I stammered, my breath getting caught in my throat. My fingers could not seem to stop trembling and he noticed it.
"Your first time?" He asked.
I looked away, embarrassment turning my cheeks to a pinkish color.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of love," he smiled, lying down next to me. "Just relax, everything will be fine," he said to me.
"You were not educated properly on what to expect on the night of marriage?" He questioned.
"No," I murmured.
"You don't know your marital duty?"
"It is to birth an heir, is it not?" I asked him.
"Somewhat. It is more than the outcome though. It's not just about birthing an heir, it's supposed to make you feel good. And it doesn't have to be done just to fulfill your duty. It's to express love, you know."
"But you don't love me," I stated and he said nothing in response.
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath but my body was still tense because I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine. My mind wandered to yesterday when he had said I was meant to be his slave and then to when he was with Nydia.
"You're still tensed," he murmured against my neck. I could feel his hand across my neck, squeezing my shoulders gently. "Relax."
He got on top of me but I could tell he was supporting his weight because I did not feel his weight on me. He smelled comforting; a musky scent of amber with hints of spices. I opened my eyes slowly and locked mine with his icy blue ones.
He was slow and gentle and the initial pain was almost negligible. Soon enough our good began to move in a synchronized dance as he kissed me, making me forget his cruelty until we reached a climax and he shuddered on top of me.
"Do you want to? Again?" He asked in a ragged breath.
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The fingers of the sun maneuvering its way through the curtains forced my eyelids open. Groggily, I sat up slowly huddling my naked self under the blanket like someone was watching me.
There was no sight of Dagen but I could still perceive his smell. I took in a contented breath and sighed. Just two days ago, I was scared of how last night was going to be. I was emotional and wondering why my life had to be the way it was; meaning nothing but a s*x slave to Alpha Dagen.
Maybe yesterday had changed everything for him and he saw me in another light. Perhaps he had begun to sense me as his wife and as the new Luna. A blush spread across my cheek as I remembered the way he caressed me gently and we made love multiple times till we were both exhausted.
Dagen was not the monster that I thought he was.
I closed my eyes and imagined a life with Dagen as my husband. I'd sit on a throne beside him and squeeze his hand whenever things became tough in the throne room. I imagined how he would rub my belly filled with a child for him; how we would walk across the garden howling at the moon the moment I was able to wolf out.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open. My eyes shot open immediately and I looked up to see Dagen walk into the room.
"Dagen," I gasped, standing up. The blanket still covered my nakedness but my shoulders were exposed. I knew he could not hear my thoughts but I was embarrassed that he had almost caught me in a daydream, fantasizing about him.
However, all my dreams were crushed by the way he looked at me.