"Zoltar please." Immediately his name left her lips, his hands halted midway as he hugged her instead.
"Okay, as you wish my wife, but after our dinner I would not promise to be gentle." He spoke as he pulled away gently, his eyes locking on her black ones. Her face burned at his shameless words.
Zoltar's eyes moved to her hair as he ran his hands through her silky grey hair. It was told that Zavren had been so stubborn that instead of taking his mother's grey hair and black eyes, he had switched, having grey eyes with black hair.
"You are so beautiful my wife. The stars could tell, not just tell but show by falling for you, my shooting star." His words made her heartbeat to accelerate as she felt her insides dance with excitement at his compliment. Zoltar moved to guide her to stand, but before his hands could move to her waist, her lips landed on his.
