"Thank you," she whispered against his skin, the words small but entirely genuine.
The comfort that his arms brought overwhelmed her senses and she snuggled as close as she can to his skin.
Cael's lips curved into a rare, faint smile in the dark. "Don't thank me for being exactly where I already planned to be, Galathea."
A soft, genuine laugh escaped her before she could stop it, the sudden lightness breaking the heavy mood of the afternoon.
She shifted slightly, lifting her head to meet his lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of quiet relief and mutual recognition.
He leaned in for a kiss and as he did so, Galathea undid his top, one button at a time.
Soon after a few seconds, his bare chest pressed in her bare breasts.
Cael ground against her body, every thrust was slow and powerful.
Every movement made Galathea moan into his tongue.
Her earlier dread and guilt pushed into oblivion by Cael's admiration and passion for her.
