Bound

Chapter 7

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"Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"

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As the weeks pass by, Anastasia stays by Achilles. Every moment he is not at war, he spends with her in the quiet sanctuary of their shared tent. They find solace in each other's arms, their love blossoming amidst the chaos of war. Each night, as the camp falls into a hushed stillness, they come together in a dance of passion and longing, their bodies entwined in a symphony of desire.

In the soft glow of candlelight, they explore every inch of each other, their fingertips tracing paths of discovery along the curves and contours of their skin. Anastasia's breath catches as Achilles whispers sweet nothings in her ear, his voice a melody of love and devotion that reverberates through her soul. Their kisses are like flames, igniting a fire that burns with an intensity unmatched by any battlefield.

As they lie tangled in each other's embrace, time seems to stand still, their hearts beating as one in a rhythm of unbridled passion. In these stolen moments of tenderness, they forget the enmity that divides their people, lost in the ecstasy of their shared connection.

As the days turn into weeks, Achilles finds himself inexorably drawn to Anastasia, her presence a balm to his weary soul. With each passing moment spent in her company, he feels his heart opening to her, the walls he had erected around his emotions crumbling in the face of her undeniable allure.

In the quiet moments they share, he finds himself captivated by the depth of her spirit, her resilience in the face of adversity a testament to her strength. He marvels at the way she laughs, her laughter like music to his ears, filling him with a joy he had never known.

But it is in the intimacy of their nights together that Achilles truly feels himself falling for her. As they lie entwined in each other's arms, he feels a sense of completeness he had never thought possible, as if she were the missing piece of his soul he had been searching for all his life.

With each tender caress and whispered endearment, he finds himself surrendering to the overwhelming tide of emotion that threatens to consume him. And though he knows the dangers that lurk in their forbidden love, he cannot deny the truth that beats within his heart: that he has fallen irrevocably, irreversibly, and completely in love with the Trojan princess who has captured his heart.

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One particular evening, they lay entwined in each other's arms, revelling in the warmth of the other as they bathe in the gentle ecstasy that is the afterglow of their lovemaking. He is perfectly content to just simply lay this way for as long as possible, he could never get bored or tired of simply having her in his arms. He's always been the tough masculine warrior, but he hasn't felt like this in his entire life. The amount of joy and warmth her presence gives him is almost overwhelming, and he can't help but marvel at just how much he loves her. His breath catches when she touches his lip with her thumb, his body responds incredibly sensitively to anything she does at this point. He starts to lean his face towards hers, so that his face is just a few inches away from hers, he holds himself back and keeps his body from moving just a little longer, so that her touch is the one thing driving him to kiss her.

His expression is filled with desire as he stares into her eyes while waiting for her actions to make him lose control. He keeps her in his arms, her body pressed tightly against his own, her soft skin against his calloused and tough skin is an incredibly interesting sensation to him. He is now staring right into her eyes, his face is almost completely void of any expression except for a small smile. The way he is holding her now is so natural, he feels a powerful sense of possessiveness, as if she is now his.