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Chapter 348: Chapter 348 We’re not soulmate
"I love you, Kyra," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. His words made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just the words, but the way he said them—like he had been holding them inside for so long, waiting for the right moment to let them out. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
Before she could respond, his lips found hers again, this time more urgent, but still gentle. It was as though he was pouring everything he felt for her into the kiss—his love, his desire, his need to protect her. Kyra kissed him back with equal intensity, her hands sliding down his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his fur clothes.
Silas groaned softly, the sound vibrating through her as he pulled her even closer. He lowered her onto the blanket, his body hovering over hers, but never losing that delicate care in his movements. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he continued to kiss her, slow and deep, making her lose herself in the moment.
The world around them seemed to disappear—the sound of the stream, the wind in the trees, everything fading until there was nothing but the two of them. His lips traced down her neck again, and Kyra’s breathing grew heavier, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was pure, it was romantic, and it was deeply sensual. Each kiss, each touch, was like a silent promise, a declaration of his love and devotion. Silas wasn’t rushing—he was savoring every second, showing her just how much she meant to him, not with words, but with his actions.
"I want to find my Mark... Can I?" Silas whispered, his voice low and filled with anticipation as he gazed into Kyra’s eyes.
Kyra felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, she nodded, giving him silent permission. There was something about the way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing that mattered, like the moment was sacred.
His eyes lit up with excitement, a mixture of longing and tenderness, as he gently began to slide her dress off her shoulders. The fabric fell away, and Silas leaned in, pressing soft, delicate kisses along her neck. Each touch of his lips sent waves of warmth through her, and Kyra let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively gripping his arms as his kisses trailed lower.
Silas took his time, savoring every inch of her skin. His lips found her collarbone, then moved down to her chest. He kissed her breast with such reverence, like he had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now he was finally able to show her just how much he adored her. Kyra’s breath hitched as his hands caressed her, his fingers gentle yet firm as they explored her body.
He kissed lower, his lips brushing over her stomach, lingering on her skin as if he was searching for something, his "Mark." Every kiss felt like a promise, a vow of his devotion. Kyra’s body reacted to each touch, her skin tingling, her breathing growing uneven. She could feel the love and passion in every kiss, in the way he worshipped her body.
Silas didn’t stop there. He kissed her thighs, slowly, deliberately, his hands following the path of his lips. Kyra moaned again, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. His touch was electrifying, a mixture of tenderness and desire that left her feeling weak and wanting more.
When he turned her gently, his lips found her back, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses from her shoulders down to her waist. Kyra shivered under his touch, her mind hazy with the pleasure he was giving her. It was as if he was trying to memorize every part of her, every curve, every detail.
"You’re perfect," he whispered against her skin, his voice full of awe and love.
Kyra’s heart swelled at his words, her body responding to the sincerity in his tone. She reached for him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to have him near. Silas kissed her again, this time more deeply, more passionately, his hands exploring her body as if it was the first time, but with the care of someone who had always known her.
"You’re mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as his lips returned to hers, sealing his words with a kiss.
Silas felt his heart drop when he didn’t find his mark anywhere on Kyra’s body. His chest tightened, a burning ache building up inside him, but he forced himself to keep a calm expression. He couldn’t let her see the storm brewing beneath his skin, the fear that was slowly taking over.
"Did you find it?" Kyra asked, her voice soft and hopeful.
He didn’t answer her with words. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, trying to mask the pain in his chest. "No," he murmured quietly against her lips, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside.
Kyra, still smiling, hugged him tightly, her warmth wrapping around him. "We’ll find it," she said with confidence, as if it was a simple truth that didn’t need questioning. But Silas’s body betrayed him, growing more tense in her embrace. He tried to relax, but the weight of the priest’s words from before haunted him When he asked what if he have no Mark of his on her body.
He tried to relax, but the weight of the priest’s words from before haunted him—when he had asked, ’What if I have no mark of mine on her body?’
’That means you’re not her ethereal mate, which means soulmate. However, you can still mate with her like a normal beastman...’
The priest’s voice echoed in his mind, each word cutting deeper than the last. Silas froze for a moment, his chest hollowing out as the meaning of those words sank in fully. His face turned expressionless, his emotions carefully locked away as he buried the bitterness and sadness he was feeling.
He didn’t let Kyra see the change in him. Silas continued to kiss her, every part of her, savoring the moment while a cold realization settled deep inside. He kissed her tenderly, lovingly, but underneath it all, he felt like his world was unraveling.
Kyra looked so happy after their date, smiling and carefree, and no one noticed his unhappiness. The laughter they shared, the kisses, and the love—they were all real, but in the back of his mind, Silas couldn’t shake the thought that gnawed at him relentlessly.
So, it’s true... we’re not soulmates... Silas thought bitterly, a hollow ache filling the space where hope once lived.
