The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- 204, ROMANTIC SCENE NARRATOR Rousse managed to cling to the edge of a rock and finally make it to shore. He was carrying the little sorceress pressed against his muscular body. She looked like a koala clinging to his chest, trembling from the cold. "Hang on, I'll start a fire to warm you up," he said, shaking his head to wring the water from his gray hair. His leather clothes felt heavy, but he wasn't cold, nor did he feel the pain from all the bruises and scrapes.

When he bent down to place her on a tree trunk, Meridiana lifted her head to thank him. That's when Rousse noticed it. Her bandage had fallen off. Her eyes were covered with a white veil of blindness, her very light eyelashes glistening with moisture. ---- Around them, deep scars stretched like a stain on a beautiful painting Meridiana also felt the wind brush against her face. She was showing this man her flaws, her shame.

"Don't look at me!" she shouted, burying her face in his neck, trembling even more. No, no, no... he would surely be disgusted. It wasn't enough that she had shown him her horrible magic, now he had also seen her hideous eyes. Rousse didn't know what to do-she was on the verge of tears. All because of a few little scars? If she could see his scars, she'd probably die of fright. "I... I didn't see anything," he lied, gently patting her back. His other hand went stiff beneath her butt.

This position had seemed very appropriate to save her... but not anymore. The sorceress's legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist. ---- He could feel her warm breath against his neck, her arms around his strong shoulders. The softness of her breasts against his chest and-he didn't even want to talk about that private part brushing against his abs. He swallowed hard. If he could get an erection, he was sure he'd be aroused right now. «What the hell are you thinking, Rousse?

The poor girl is upset and you've got your head full of filth.» "Really? Swear to me you didn't see my scars," a whisper in his ear made him shiver. Was she doing this on purpose? "Scars? What scars?" he played dumb. "I don't have any! None at all!" she shouted in his ear. Rousse couldn't help but lower his head and smirk. "alright, I believe you then," he whispered. It really didn't make sense that someone as innocent as her would be doing any of this on purpose.

---- Besides, what would she gain from it? Eventually, he managed to sit her on a tree trunk and discreetly stepped away to let her wrap another wet cloth around herself. It was clear she didn't like showing her blindness, and he respected that. He knew what it was like to feel different... because he was different. And people could hurt you deeply with their unfiltered curiosity.

He crouched down to start a fire, wondering what to do with this little companion who clearly had no plans of leaving anytime soon. "Thanks for saving me. You're very trustworthy," she said, and he looked up at her voice. His hands froze, the flint stones sent out a few sparks. She was smiling at him and looked like a little sun in the middle of the night. "My name's Meridiana... What's yours? Are you a vampire, a werewolf?... No, no-because of your spell, you must be a warlock..."noveldrama