Chapter 60 Watchful Supper

• Alinta slowly started to rouse as she opened her eyes to the dark room. She felt cloaked by a warmth which enveloped her whole body. She sensed skin touching hers and gasped inwardly as her cheeks flushed. She suddenly remembered what had transpired that afternoon. Her reality was confirmed when soft lips tenderly kissed her bare shoulder.
• "Good evening, my tantalising morsel," Bellinor breathed in her ear as he tightened his hold on her. If he could, he would absorb her into his body so that he could feel her forever.
• Alinta looked at him, then quickly averted her gaze, as she relived the recollections of her vivid dream. "Don't be shy, my enchanting mate," Bellinor husked as he lazily licked her face. He was exultant, for he had finally stolen what he had yearned for so long, and no one could take that away from him.