Chapter 121

"I am yours for life..."

Eleanor slowly leaned in to Conaan, his scent, beautiful, manly, alive. His eyes drifted to a close before she even got to him, her hands slowly moving his hair away.

"My King," she whispered before slightly reaching to hold him, her lips grazing his forehead in a sweet, short, longing kiss.

He let out a small sigh as her lips trailed slowly down to his eyes, then the space between them. It didn't feel like he hadn't been around for months. It felt like she had only briefly been away from him, and everything he had made her feel before that was very much alive. Very active. Very passionate.

Slowly, her hand dropped from his face to reach for his hand. Gently, she brought it to rest on her stomach, her eyes opening briefly.

His eyes slowly opened to meet hers, and in her eyes were confirmation of the vague words Brandon had said.

No words were exchanged for the longest time, and his chest slightly heaved, his eyes slowly filling.<