Here is a scene from my fantasy romance that I hope you’ll enjoy!
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BRYNDLE GASPED AS A FAMILIAR, cloaked figured emerged from the shadows, wrapping his brown, delicate elven fingers around her throat causing Bryndle to stumble back into a cold, wet stone wall.
The Hunter’s hold wasn't hard of enough to choke her, but it wasn't necessarily gentle either. Still, Bryndle could hardly breathe with the darkness she saw swirling in His gaze. His mouth became smug.
"You can't hide from me, remember?"
His voice was heavy, and it made Bryndle instantly aware of how close his immortal body was to her very, very human one.
"You've been easy to hide from these past weeks." Bryndle tried to smirk. His grip tightened slightly, leaning closer and the smell of forest rain overwhelmed her.
Bryndle tried to reach for her dagger, but somehow his other hand found her wrist, and gripped it above her head. She went in with the other hand, but he smashed it into the wall with his thigh. Bryndle was pinned, and not just physically. The Hunter’s stare was affixed on her and Bryndle knew she was in dangerous territory.
"Don't even think about it." He snarled.
Her eyes couldn’t help, but fall to the scar that moved with his lips. Scars were supposed to be ugly. Yet, The Hunter’s just made him all the more beautiful. It made Bryndle’s stomach churn with annoyance.
"Where's the wolf?" She asked curiously. The cute pup never seemed to leave the Hunters side. A low gruff came from behind Nodin, and soon silk, black fur shined in the glow of the moonlight.
Bryndle was always left in awe at how beautiful the creature was. Silent, yet lethal.
Just like his master. No, no not master Bryndle realized. Nodin treated Seath like an old friend. He didn't keep him for his own personal gain, Seath stayed by his own free will and choice.
"You were sloppy tonight. I could smell you all over those guards down there,” Nodin said, his voice low. Bryndle could feel every word vibrating against her.
"Oh, you know my scent now huh? Gee, I hope I don't stink too much." Bryndle jested. She tried not to think about the warmth of his fingers wrapped around her neck. Nodin tightened them at her thought, the one on her wrist and brought his face centimeters from her own.
Bryndle could see his elf heritage inside his hood. Those pointed ears that just begged to be touched. That she wanted to touch, but knew it was all sorts of wrong. That this yearning she was starting to feel around him, was wrong.
"You don't. You smell like a damn vanilla and I hate it."
She swallowed slowly, feeling her cheeks flush. If Bryndle was being honest with herself, she had been sloppy tonight on purpose. She had wanted Nodin to find her. Bryndle didn't want to know what that meant. She didn't want to know anything.
Except the taste of Nodin's lips on hers.
Bryndle sighed before crashing her mouth into his. It wasn't pleasant. There was pain, but that was from the desperation Bryndle knew laid within her. She felt his hand stiffen on her neck and wondered if he was going to kill her right then and there. All he would have to do is squeeze and she wouldn't be his problem anymore.
But then his fingers twitched, as Bryndle deepened the kiss and felt Nodin growl against her mouth. His hand slowly slid across her cheek, to tangle his fingers in her red hair. He kept the other locked above her, as he swooped in with his tongue.
Bryndle tried to yank her hands free just so she could touch him, but he didn't yield. He only pressed closer. Bryndle could taste a ting of ale on his tongue and something else. Something sweeter. Whatever it was made her toes curl in her leather boots.
Too soon, all too soon Nodin pushed away from her and stumbled back in a daze. His dark eyes were ablaze and Bryndle knew hers were filled with the same desire.
Then, Nodin went for his blade and Bryndle went for hers.
