Chapter 449 Lovers from the beginning of time (1)

After Sapa and Liseli retracted at the back of their minds, it was just Damon and Talia on that clearing next to the lake with their thoughts.

Talia was sitting on Damon's lap and leaning into his embrace. Both were completely naked, and both distracted enough to not pay attention to it.

The information that their wolves have a history together was shocking, and the effect of experiencing centuries of memories squeezed into a few minutes left them with a myriad of emotions that could fill an eternity.

Everything was so vivid, and Damon and Talia knew that it came from their wolves, yet it still felt like they were right there… loving, yearning, aching for each other… for centuries.

The feeling of being separated was like a fresh wound that can be mended only if they cling onto each other, and they did.

Damon was first to snap into reality. His eyes moved over the calm surface of the lake that shimmered under the moonlight, and then he scanned the trees and bushes that surrounded the small clearing where he and Talia were. It was quiet and peaceful, and he reminded himself that this was real and that images which shook his heart were in the past, and not even his. Or were they? It was difficult to discern as Damon and his wolf reached another level of connection like their consciousness was merging into one.

Damon's attention moved to the little woman whose bare form rested on him like it was a totally normal thing and he loved it.

Damon pushed a lock of hair behind Talia's ear, and she blinked while lifting her gaze to meet his.

"I feel like I loved you from the beginning of time.", Talia said, catching Damon by surprise.

"I feel the same.", he said while staring into her honeyed eyes that glistened with unshed tears under the moonlight. She was beautiful, strong and fragile at the same time. His.

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The mate bond allowed Damon to feel Talia's love and devotion, and he knew that was real. She wanted to be with him, and she would never leave his side willingly, but the fear of losing him was also real, just how Sapa lost Liseli.

Damon wanted to comfort her, to give her assurance that nothing and no one will stand between them. And he needed that assurance as well.

"Is your wolf OK with…", Damon's voice trailed, and his fingers brushed the base of Talia's neck, hoping that she will understand.

"Marking? She is fine." Well, Liseli didn't say that explicitly, but she didn't object to it either, which Talia took as an agreement.

A huge burden fell off Damon's chest, but in the next moment, he got nervous. It's happening! Well, almost.

She observed his expression changing, and then it hit her. They came to the cabin to have three days just for themselves so that they can relax and… Damon to mark her. She was distracted by the revelation of their wolves, but now she was back into the present.

Talia's heart rate picked up and she swallowed hard.

They were in the open, completely naked. The intimacy of the moment stretched beyond the flesh. The night, the lake, the forest, Damon, it was all perfect and she loved it.

Talia could feel his anxiousness, and her chest swelled with warm and fuzzy emotions. Alpha Damon… the outrageously handsome, powerful, dangerous, cheeky, caring, and sometimes overbearing Alpha was holding her in his arms like she was the most important thing in the world, and he was nervous. Because of her.

"Damon?", Talia called to get his full attention. "I want you to know that there is no other man I would do this with."

Damon blinked. How was it possible that she ended up comforting him? He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her palm. "I know." He kissed the inside of her wrist. "And there is no other woman I would want as mine. It's only you, kitten."

He arranged kisses on her arm all the way to her shoulder, going down to collarbones as his nose grazed her neck, and Talia's insides melted at the sensation of Damon's lips traveling over her skin, delivering a delicious dose of addictive sparks every time.

Her breathing picked up as she became aware that he is going to mark her. Tonight.

Talia gripped his shoulders and pressed into him, trying to maximize the surface of their bodies touching.

"How about we go inside the cabin?" Damon's hot breath slipped into her ear, making her hairs stand on the ends.

"What's wrong with here?"

His head snapped so that he can see her and then his eyes moved to scan their surroundings. Was she really OK with them going at it here in the open? But he remembered that Talia spent many years hiding in the attic and that she loved the forest. There was soft grass below them and the night sky above, and he realized that this place was actually perfect.

"There is nothing wrong with this, kitten."

Damon pecked and nibbled Talia's neck gently with just a bit of teeth, and his damp hair tickled her cheek as he moved. With every passing moment they were holding each other tighter, pulling closer, their movements turning impatient.

Damon sucked in a breath when she stood up from his lap. Did she change her mind? But he loosened his hold on her. He didn't want to force her if she was not willing.

He smiled when she spread her legs to straddle him. Oh, yeah. They will go at it. Right there.

Damon took advantage of this position to kiss her thoroughly, and he groaned when her soft flesh pressed against his erection. Why did it feel like he didn't delve into her depths for months?

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backward. The way her body arched pushed her breasts up for him to feast on. And he did.

Talia gasped when he sucked on her nipple, his tongue doing magic circles that turned her body into clay for him to mold.

"Damon, Damon…", she chanted his name like a prayer while getting lost in arousal that was building at an alarming rate and she had no intention to resist it.

She gripped his shoulders and rocked against him. The movement of her hips spoke of urgency, and her breathing was getting ragged, but Damon didn't want to rush. Not now. This was important.

His palms were flat on her back as he got up on his knees, and he put her to lay on the soft grass.

Talia blinked while looking at Damon who was looming above her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body yet denying her that skin-to-skin contact.

The moon behind Damon veiled his handsome features in deep shadows while outlining his silhouette with an otherworldly glow.

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