Find Me Alastar

Did I hear that right?

He stands and wraps his large arms around me then kisses me on the lips. “I said…” He kisses meContent © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

again. “I love you.”

My eyes widen. “You do?”

“Aye. I do.” His lips brush mine.

I smile and throw my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

He kisses me gently. “I’m sorry I put you through so much. I don’t deserve for you to love me.”

Emotion fills me. This is the first time he has apologized for treating me the way he did.

“I just…” He hesitates, as if going to say something.

“You just what?” I whisper. I need to hear why.

“I just wasn’t prepared to feel anything so strong. It shocked me.”

I frown. “Shocked you?”

He pushes my hair behind my shoulders. “From the moment I laid eyes on you in that shop, you have

been on my mind.” I smile. Same as me.

“And I tried to stay away from you because you were not in my plans.”

My eyes search his and my heart rate picks up. He gently runs his fingers down my face as his eyes

hold mine. “But… I couldn’t stay away, Em,” he whispers, almost to himself.

I smile against his lips as he kisses me. “I’m glad you couldn’t stay away,” I whisper.

“And I can’t stay away any longer. I can’t do it, my love. I need you now. I want you to move in with

me and I want us to plan a future together. To hell with the consequences.” “I love you.” I smile, is this is

happening? He kisses me. His tongue gently enters my mouth and molds with mine. My breath catches at

the intensity of him, at the intensity of this moment. I believe him; he does love me and he tried to stay

away from me. I felt it at the time. I felt all along that he had feelings for me but was denying them. And

now he is confirming those thoughts.

“Make love to me,” he whispers.

I smile as I put my hand under his jumper and lift it over his head. He unzips my dress and lets it fall

to the floor. His hungry eyes drop down my body as I stand in my black lace underwear.

“My beautiful Emmaline,” he murmurs as he pushes my bra back and bends to take my breast into his

mouth. “I am blessed that the person I feel like this about is such a beautiful woman,” he breathes onto my

nipple.

I look to the ceiling and smile like a goofy teenager. I have been called pretty before, attractive sure.

But to have a man like Alastar, a man who I am hopelessly in love with, tell me I am a beautiful woman

has to be the biggest compliment I have ever received. He bites me, his hand drifting between my thighs

before he pushes my panties down my legs. “I love you,” he whispers again.

Happiness starts today.

The welcoming crackling of the fire fills the room. The light is flickering on our faces as we lie next to it

on the floor of our bedroom. It is midnight, but I couldn’t sleep if I tried. I’m high on the Alastar O’Shea

love drug. We came back here and he made us dinner. We’ve been cuddling in front of the fire ever since,

in our pajamas, with Fraidy the cat snuggled at our feet. I’m happy and I feel safe. It seemed since I met

Alastar those things were a thing of the past, but now the feeling is back with a vengeance. He lies behind

me with his strong arms around me, his head propped up on pillows. I sporadically feel his gentle kisses

on the side of my face, and I smile into the glow of the fire. I never knew how much I loved fires or the

warmth and the feeling that they throw out. We didn’t have one at home, and yet now I have spent nights in

front of one with Alastar, I can’t imagine doing anything more perfect.

Alastar puts his hand in the air and I place mine into it.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” he asks as he brings my hand down to his lips and kisses my

fingers.

I smile. “Nothing.” I hold my face up as he tenderly trails kisses down onto my neck. We have made

love twice already tonight, but I can feel another round coming. I can’t believe he told me he loved me

tonight.

Those holy words.