The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm

Chapter 82: 082: What’s going on?

~ RONAN ~

Her lips crash against mine, and in that instant, everything else disappears.

She kisses me softly at first, tentative, almost shy, but I can tell, that there’s a burning hunger behind it that makes my blood heat instantly.

Her hands slide around my neck, fingers weaving into my hair as she rises on her tiptoes to reach me better.

By the Goddess... I love this side of her, I fucking love how she’s getting bolder. The way she no longer shies away from initiating and making the first move, claiming me in public like this. It does something my chest swell with pride and raw want.

Her kiss is pure fucking torture. She keeps nibbling on my bottom lip, each soft, lingering brush of her mouth making it harder to think. She pulls away just enough to make me chase her, only to steal another feather-light kiss that leaves me wanting more. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her flush against me as I fight the urge to take control immediately. I let her lead for a few more seconds, savoring the way her breath hitches when I tilt my head slightly.

I can’t fight it any longer.

I part her lips with mine, sliding my tongue inside her mouth in one smooth, possessive stroke. She tastes like everything I’ve been craving, warmth, sweetness, and that unique essence that is purely Roselle. A low groan rumbles from my chest as I deepen the kiss, taking over completely. My tongue explores her slowly, thoroughly, like I’m relearning every inch of her after being starved for two days.

She melts into me instantly, a soft sound escaping her throat that goes straight to my cock. I kiss her like I’ve been drowning and she’s my first breath of air, deep, consuming, full of everything I’ve felt since the moment I left.

When I finally pull back, both of us are breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, her hazel eyes hazy with desire. I can’t help the small, satisfied smirk that tugs at my mouth.

Without another word, I scoop her up into my arms, one hand under her knees and the other supporting her back. She lets out a surprised little gasp but immediately wraps her arms around my neck, resting her head against my shoulder as I carry her out of the library and straight toward our room.

I chuckle softly against her hair. "Missed me that much, huh?"

She doesn’t answer right away, just buries her face deeper into the crook of my neck. The walk to our room feels both too long and too short at the same time. The moment the door closes behind us, I set her down gently.

I turn to her, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face.

"Do you want to watch the footage? Just to be sure—"

’You’re such a fucking idiot,’ Kael scoffs. ’Who the hell brings up footage in the middle of a moment like this?’

"No," she says immediately, shaking her head. "I believe you. I don’t need to see it."

The relief that floods me is instant and overwhelming. I nod, cupping her face again. "What did you want to tell me earlier?"

She steps closer, pressing her palms against my chest. "That can wait." Her voice is soft but steady. "I missed you."

Before I can respond, she gives me a firm push, sending me stumbling toward the bed. I stumble back in surprise, landing on the mattress with a low laugh. My eyes widen as she climbs onto the bed after me and straddles my lap, settling herself right on my thigh. The heat of her through the thin lining of her pants sends a jolt straight through me.

What the fuck?

She’s never like this. Never this forward, this bold, this... hungry. My hands automatically go to her hips, gripping them as I stare up at her in stunned silence. My cock is already hardening beneath her, and I know she can feel it.

"Roselle..." I murmur, voice rough with shock and arousal. "Where is this coming from?"

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she leans down and kisses me again, slower this time, deeper, her hips shifting slightly against my thigh in a way that makes my grip on her tighten.

I’m completely thrown off balance. My usually shy, reserved Rose is suddenly taking charge, and it’s doing dangerous things to my self-control.

By the Goddess... what happened while I was gone?

Her lips settle on mine before I can think further. She straddles me fully on the bed, her thighs gripping my hips as her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. Her mouth moves against mine with a boldness that steals my breath, tongue sliding in to taste me like she’s been starving for this.

Fuck.

I try to be careful, so fucking careful, because of her injuries. The bruises, the cuts, the broken ribs Nikolai mentioned. But with the way she’s going, grinding down against me, whimpering softly into my mouth... I doubt I’ll be able to restrain myself much longer.

My hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing just beneath her breasts as I kiss her back, matching her intensity.

I pull back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to hers. "Roselle... if you keep going like this, I won’t be able to hold myself back."

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she looks at me with those hazy hazel eyes, lips swollen and glistening. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me," she whispers, voice trembling with raw honesty, "but I want this. I want you. Right now."

The words hit me like a spark to dry tinder. I nod, swallowing hard. "We have to be careful because of your injuries..."

My eyes dart down automatically, scanning herr where I know the worst of the damage was. The bruises that should still be dark and angry... they’re gone. The cuts have faded to faint pink lines. The ribs I was so worried about look completely healed.

Before I can even ask what the hell is going on, her lips are on mine again.

This time I take over completely.

I kiss her boldly, deeply, one hand tangling in her hair while the other grips her hip, pulling her down harder against me. She moans into my mouth, soft, needy, perfect, and I swallow the sound like it’s oxygen. My tongue slides against hers, claiming every inch, tasting the desperation and love she’s pouring into me.

My brows knit together.

The warmth beneath my hands intensifies by the second until her skin is almost feverish.

I pull back again, breathing hard, cupping her flushed cheeks. "Are you okay? You’re burning up... do you have a fever?"

She shakes her head, eyes glassy with want. I take her hands in mine, thumbs brushing over her knuckles, and that’s when I notice it fully.

The injuries... they’re completely gone.

We both freeze, staring at her unblemished skin in stunned silence.

"What the hell...?" I whisper, turning her hands over in mine, checking her arms, her neck. Everything that should have taken days or weeks to heal is simply... healed.

She looks just as shocked, her breathing still ragged from the kiss.