I thought I could just let go and let him do what he wanted but then my eyes spotted the babies sleeping in the corner
"Damar, wait—the babies," I whispered, though my protest was weak.
My heart was already thundering against my ribs from the sheer intensity in his gaze.
But Damar still didn't stop. He carried me toward the back of the tent, past the sleeping pile of our children, and set me down on the furs.
First, he made sure to shift to his legs so there was enough room for him to move. And I watched that white poof smoke that made his tail disappear and his long slender legs appear.
As well as a clear view of the twin willies that had missed me for two months.
Why, hello there.
Damar hovered over me, his powerful legs pinning mine down, and his silver hair falling like a curtain around our faces, isolating us from the rest of the world.
"D-damar," I called, the word escaping more softly this time as I stared at his sharp gaze.
