Each word leaving Taranis' mouth made Nymeria fall helplessly deeper into this disease called love.
She didn't say anything for the next few minutes, more precisely, she couldn't.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Nymeria tilted her face back, rose toward Taranis, and murmured while pressing her lips against his cheek, "I love you, Taranis."
The gentle yet provocative act completely undid Taranis. The way her sweet, heavenly scent filled his senses, the soft planting of her rosy lips against his cheek, and the slightly wet, lingering warmth left behind on his skin sent jolts of electricity racing through his entire body.
"Oh, Nymeria, you are killing me," Taranis groaned, gripping her tightly around the waist, not even letting air pass between them.
They remained like that for the next fifteen minutes, until the sun had fully risen.
"Nymeria, I prepared a gift for you," Taranis said, his chin resting lazily on her shoulder.
