After everyone left. Odette knew what came next. They'd had sex so many of times, they knew each other's bodies inside and out. So, she didn't know why she flet so nervous. Why the anticipation was eating her alive inside.
But this was different. She knew that. This wasn't sex, this was a marking. It was more.
So much more.
Ambrose let Odette to their room, holding her hand like it was so delicate it might break with the slightest squeeze.
Her heart was drumming rapidly, like it had a solo in a concert of 50,000.
"You don't have to be nervous." Ambrose was just as nervous as Odette, but he didn't want to let her know, he hid his feelings and thoughts and focused on hers.
"I know that you know that doesn't change that I am." She rolled her eyes.
"I'll take care of you, I promise." He let go of her hand and placed it on the small of her back gently guiding her along.
