He slid a hand down my back and murmured, "Yes...but it's not related to the ceremony per se."
Confusion painted on my face. And then it clicked. I breathed, "Oh...you mean the pain...because it's my first time."
He nodded and gathered me tight against his chest again, burrowing into my hair. "I promise I'll be gentle."
A shiver of excitement and pleasure ran down my spine at his tone and words, but I pulled back again. His eyes tightened.
"You said it was your essence. What did you mean by that?" I asked.
Surprisingly, he flushed and ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a moment as he muttered, "Ah, yeah...I sort of had to provide a, um, sample...ahead of time."
I couldn't help snickering. I never would've thought him embarrassed over something like that. It was kind of end
