305: The Healer and the Beast (part 1)

The Healer and the Beast (part 1)

In the darkness of the night, Adela took a moment to adjust her eyes to her surroundings, as it turned out, the masked man brought their journey to a halt beside a concealed horse-drawn carriage. Swiftly, he lifted her into the carriage and closed the door.2

Removing his mask before even finding a seat and then discarding it, Egon's predatory crimson eyes gleamed in the faint mana light inside the carriage. His gaze swept over her face and form, the corner of his lips dipping as though what he saw pierced him with profound pain.

Is he uncertain about my identity?

"Come here," he beckoned.

Without hesitation, Adela lunged into his open arms, embracing him tightly as her tears flowed freely. His arms enveloped her, offering the strength and warmth she needed. They settled together, him seated with her on his lap.

When his chest rumbled, her forehead dampened by the tears streaming down his own cheeks. He brought their noses together, his fingers entwining within her hair.

"You are alright… You are alright, aren't you?" 

She started to speak, wanting to reassure him that she was fine now that she was in his arms. But all that she could do without her voice was to nod. Her hands cradled his precious face, feeling the stubble against her palms and the soft, lengthening hair between her fingers.

He kissed her cheek and embraced her once more as they both wept.

"Forgive me... for everything. I will never bring sadness to your heart again."

Holding her arms, his fingers pressed into her shoulders, and then he buried his nose in the crook of her neck to inhale deeply.

"We will find a way to restore you to your true self. The werewolves' magic is ancient. We'll head there immediately."

She shook her head vigorously, then took his hand and placed it on the necklace, urging him to remove it from her neck.

"This..." He hissed, his fingers closing around it, crumbling a large chunk in his grip before the rest fell and scattered on the carriage's floor.

As the mating bond surged within her, it mingled with the sensation of something peeling away from her face once more. She gazed into his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated and his gaze sparkled with love. It enveloped her from the inside out, washing over her.

More tears welled in her eyes as they held each other again, and this time, her sobs were audible.

"Do I look like myself again?" 

He swallowed hard. "Yes."

"What about your scars?" Her voice trembled as she inquired.

"I'm fine," he replied sharply, a hint of the seething anger within him revealing itself.

She tensed, but he gently brushed his thumb over her earlobe to soothe her.

"I forgot I even had them."

His words should have filled her with joy, but the pain underlying them only deepened her concern.

"Father and Sasha are still in there…" 

He kissed her cheek, then her forehead, her nose, and finally locked his gaze with hers, his eyes revealing a deep longing. As he breathed, his expression shifted into a more serious one.

"I contacted the Archduke," he said enigmatically, "They saw me taking you. They should be on their way soon. I won't use the gate until they reach us… Say something else...Ask me anything." He urged.

Her voice had returned, and she had so much to say, but in that moment, all she yearned for was to bask in her husband's warmth, to lose herself in him and momentarily forget the horrors she had endured.

"…How long is the ride to the gate?" she asked, her voice heavy with desire.

"Not long enough," he replied in a low, enticing tone, his desire mirroring her own.

Her eyes remained fixed on his lips as he leaned in to kiss her, the kiss more of a violent claim than a tender gesture. His tongue surged into her mouth, fervent and commanding.

In his arms, she knew she was safe, and she felt like she was finally home again.

Acute need surged through the mate bond that bound them together, a powerful fusion of their mutual affection. Their emotions reverberated, intensifying the heat they shared. Their hands, greedy for each other's touch, roamed freely, tracing the contours of each other's faces and threading through hair with tender caresses.

"Adelaide." He let out a guttural sound, it rippled down her lower abdomen until it reached her toes, and as if his hands were on fire, everywhere he touched was set aflame. 

"Egon," she moaned.

His hand moved down, pulling her gown up and slipping beneath it, his fingers expertly finding her vulva. He massaged it with a gentle touch, all the while continuing to kiss her.

She allowed all the suffering she had endured in this gloomy land to reach him through their kiss, seeking solace within him, knowing that he was absorbing it all instead of seeking an outlet for his own pent-up frustration. They had switched roles, she was his Beast, and he was her Healer.

She half gasped when he slipped a long finger inside of her, his lips stifled the rest of what she inhaled. Their hearts were beating fast, and every spot on her skin tingled until she let his lips go.

"Hah..."

Panting, she tilted her head back and started rocking her hips forward, unashamed of her need for her husband, wanting to feel his touch and every part of him as much as she could. She moaned when his lips pressed against her neck, his hand mingling in her hair, supporting the weight of her head for her.

"Never leave me again," he mumbled, shifting her body down slowly until she was comfortably lounged against the carriage seat, with him leaning atop her.

She gasped again when he slid another finger in, only to flex the muscles of her hips once more, rocking back and forth again and again. Her eyes focused on every detail of his face, her hands gently pressing against his stubbled cheeks once more.

"I need you," she sighed softly.

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