Within His Grasp ✔️

N I N E T E E N

I shut the book in my lap with a content look. I had finally finished the book, but it felt like I could read it forever. And ever.

Since it was the book I had first decided to read since I came here, it held a sort of importance to me. So, when I finished it, it was almost sad. 

I frowned and looked at the still glowing orange fireplace, the flames making my expression melt away into a small smile. I could hear the snores of Whisper from below and I knew that if he woke up, he'd come downstairs and pick me up and bring me back to bed. 

I don't blame him for sleeping so long, though. He deserved it. The bloody battle that had waged outside was terrible. Many loyal guards had lost limbs and their lives, but the majority lived. Whisper had sustained injuries that, thankfully, were only scratches and bites. I still made him rest though. 

I smiled widely at the fireplace and released a puff of air in amusement as I heard the staircase creak with footsteps. I felt two very muscular arms wrap around me and grasp my hips, pulling me upwards into the arms of my mate, who had a tired smile on his handsome face. He started up the stairs, carrying me like a child.

He had been growing a very sexy stubble since he's been bedridden, and I couldn't help but feel very turned on by how fucking cute he looked with his bedhead, messy clothes and that sexy stubble. He must've noticed the growing lust in my eyes because he suddenly opened his navy blue ones wider, staring at me with the look.

I bit my lip and he growled, hurrying his steps upstairs as he breathed harder. He flopped down on the bed and caged me beneath him, his arms coming to possessively cup my waist. He claimed my lips in a needy kiss, leaving me breathless as he rested his forehead against my own.

"I love you so much, Fable. It hurts," Whisper rested a hand on his chest where his heart was located, grasping my smaller hand with his other one and pulling it down to feel his heartbeat. I blinked at how fast and strongly it was beating, a true sign of how I made him feel.

"I love you too, Whisper. Even though you're incredibly possessive sometimes." I laughed softly and kissed his forehead, running a hand through it as he rested his head on my chest, his breathing softer.

"You know, my grandmother always told me that my mate was special. Funny enough, she always mentioned that my mate would also know who I am, without even meeting me. Like how you said you drew me, even though you didn't even know who I am." Whisper murmured, a smile evident in his tone.

"I had dreams of you. Always a figure in the distance, your red curls always visible, and always too far away for me to see." He continued, his hand coming up to wrap a finger in one of my red curls.

"I guess we were always meant to be." I said after a few minutes, my eyes looking at his form. He looked up at me, eyes shining, and smiled.

"You've always been within my grasp." 

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