Emmanuelle and Harry remained perfectly mute.
One was waiting for the reaction of her beloved.
The other was still shocked by the words she had just pronounced aloud.
Harry was utterly disconcerted. Even Till had remained silent and was just staring at their Mate.
Emmanuelle reached for her blonde hair with both hands and quickly crossed it in front of her. She tried to use it as a curtain to hide her face.
Harry gently grabbed her wrists with his free hand, and a tremor ran through him as he met his soulmate's gaze. He nodded shyly and guided her with infinite care to lie on her back against the fluffy bed.
They did not dare to say another word.
Emmanuelle was now under Harry. Her legs spread wide enough for him to find the space to position himself above her. She had put her hands
