Sweet Symphony

Time flowed gracefully, moving along like a tranquil river, as the seasons came and went, delicately painting their secret spot in the meadow with vivid hues of yesterday's dreams. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into a distant memory. Their sacred meadow was now bathed in the gentle embrace of a radiant spring day, its beauty enraptured by the caress of a soft breeze. Sunlight filtered through the lush canopy of trees, weaving a mesmerizing tapestry of dappled patterns on the emerald carpet of grass below.

Within this enchanting setting, Visenya and Lucian found themselves, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm of their love. They broke away for a fleeting moment to catch their breath, with Lucian leaning over her, capturing her attention with his piercing green eyes. His eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and longing as he gazed down at Visenya, her chocolate brown hair cascading around her, adding a rich and decadent contrast against the vibrant hues of the wildflowers.

With a tender touch, Lucian's fingertips delicately traced the contours of her face, igniting a symphony of sensations that danced along her skin. As their lips met once again, a chorus of approval whispered through the meadow. The rustling leaves and the gentle hum of bees harmonized with their tender kisses, creating a melody of love that resonated in the air.

Visenya's mischievous nature urged her to explore further, to test the boundaries of their playful exchange. With a sly smile, she slowly and stealthily undid the top buttons of Lucian's shirt, revealing just a hint of his strong, chiseled chest. Her fingers grazed along the mark etched on his skin, a testament to their shared past and the depths of their connection.

Lucian's body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through his veins. But he held himself back, a playful glint in his eyes as he gently took hold of Visenya's wandering hand. "Behave now," he whispered, his voice laced with both pleasure and restraint.

Visenya laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of need and amusement. She leaned in closer, her breath caressing his ear as she playfully teased, "Who said I wanted to behave?" Her words hung in the air, charged with a delicious tension as they continued their dance of temptation and restraint.

Visenya's tongue traced the delicate curve of his neck, and a subtle shift occurred in her eyes. They flickered, changing colors like a mesmerizing kaleidoscope—a sign that her wolf was emerging from within. A primal hunger radiated from her gaze, blending with her desires as she whispered to Lucian, her voice a seductive purr.

"I can just sink my fangs into you right now," she murmured, her fangs elongating ever so slightly, teasingly brushing against his skin, leaving a gentle prick that sent a shiver down his spine. The contrast of her soft touch and the hint of danger only heightened the intoxicating allure between them.

Lucian's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing with excitement. He felt the primal energy radiating from Visenya, igniting a fire within him that matched her own. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be marked by her, to become one with her and her wolf.

The closeness that resulted from marking her was something he cherished, but the thought of them both marking each other held an even greater allure. The temptation was undeniably strong, but he knew that exercising restraint was necessary for their own sake. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly pulled himself away and sat up next to her.

"Not yet, Visenya," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. "We've had this discussion before. You need to stop tempting me."

Visenya sat up next to him, her eyes burning with a mixture of persistence and frustration. "I won't mark you, I swear. But I want you, Lucian. I'm almost eighteen, and I can decide when and if I'm ready. And I'm ready now," she declared, a hint of defiance in her voice. "Don't you want me?"

Lucian gently brushed a strand of hair out of Visenya's face, delicately tucking it behind her ear. His touch was tender, radiating deep affection. "You know I want you," he whispered, his voice brimming with sincerity. "Everything I do is for you and our future together. We must keep our focus on the ultimate objective right now. Though the timing may not be ideal at this very moment, when the time is right, I want our first time to be perfect. I have been given another opportunity to make it truly special, and I am determined not to take that privilege for granted."

Visenya's frustration dissipated, swiftly replaced by a profound understanding. She gazed into his eyes, discerning a tinge of sorrow and regret as he fixated on the boundless expanse of lush greenery. The sincerity in his words resonated with her, and although her impatience lingered, she recognized that Lucian's intentions were noble. Leaning in, she nestled her head against his chest, attuned to the rhythm of his unwavering heartbeat.

"Alright, you win. I promise to behave from now on. However, I do have one request," she said with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

"Oh, do you?" He said, his tone laced with skepticism.

"Mhm," she replied softly. "I want you to tell me what it was like when we made love. You know, in our other life together."

"It was incredible, mind-blowing, out of this world," Lucian began, his voice filled with a mix of passion and reverence. "A phenomenal experience that words can't truly capture, but if I had to describe it..."

"It was like being caught in the midst of a tempestuous storm, where every touch felt like a lightning bolt, igniting a fire deep within. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, like a symphony playing the most enchanting melody, each note resonating through every inch of our beings."

"It was like sipping the finest wine, each taste intoxicating and addictive. Our bodies fused together, blending flavors and creating a masterpiece that tantalized all our senses."

Lucian paused, his voice filled with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. "But no matter how many analogies I use, no words can truly portray the magic we shared. It was an experience that could only be felt, cherished, and remembered deep within our souls."

"Now, when did you become so delightfully poetic? You know, you're not making this whole abstinence thing easy for me," Visenya remarked with a hint of playful frustration. "Why is it that you were able to keep your memories while I am left here with a blank slate? It hardly seems fair, don't you think?"

Lucian pondered her question before responding, his voice filled with genuine contemplation. "Yeah, I never really understood that part either. Perhaps, it's because I missed out on all these years in that alternate life, or maybe it's a way to prevent me from repeating the same mistakes. Regardless, I am truly grateful for it. Every moment with you is pure bliss, and I don't want to forget a single second of it."

Visenya sighed softly, her disappointment evident. "I must admit, I still harbor a touch of resentment about my memories being wiped clean. I have to rely solely on my imagination when I'm all alone in my chambers late at night."

Lucian looked at her in surprise. "What happens in your chambers late at night? Oh gods, don't tell me," he said, covering his ears.

Visenya playfully nudged him. "What? You never fantasize about me?"

"Oh, all the time," he admitted, "but only about the older version of you."

"The older version of me?" She questioned. "What's wrong with this version of me?"

"Nothing," he reassured her. "But the other version is all woman, highly experienced, and even a bit kinky." He winked.

"You're making me slightly envious of my future self," she said playfully.

"Don't fret, I'm confident that with enough effort, you can become just like her when you get older," he teased.

The laughter between them echoed through the tranquil meadow, intertwining with the gentle rustling of the grass and the melodic symphony of birdsong. As their laughter subsided, a tinge of sadness washed over Visenya's face, her arm entwining with his.

"With this second chance we've been given, do you think our children will be granted the same?" Her words hung in the air with a sense of yearning.

Lucian let out a heavy sigh, mirroring her sadness. "I can only hope, my love," he replied, his words laced with uncertainty.

Suddenly, Visenya's gaze shifted into the distance, her face animated with a blend of excitement and concern. Lucian, sensing that someone was communicating with her, leaned closer. "What is it? What's happening?"

Visenya's gaze refocused, her expression turning serious. "It's my father," she replied. "He just received word that Lazarus has finished the council’s temple."

Lucian's eyes widened, realizing the significance of the news. The chamber they had long awaited was finally complete. "Well, look at that," he whispered, a peculiar blend of zeal and apprehension coloring his voice. "The moment we've been waiting for."

With a shared understanding, Lucian and Visenya rose from the meadow, their hearts racing with a potent mix of excitement and trepidation. They knew that their lives were about to be forever changed as they embarked on the path that would lead them to their ultimate purpose.