First Night

"Come here!" 

Ian lazed on the couch that was covered in red flannel, and his purple eyes shone with a radiant light that dazzled those who looked into them.

He exuded a unique smell of freshness, having just taken a bath. He was wearing a silk top, and his chest was visible, revealing thick chest hair and firm muscles.

I stood frozen, less than five steps away from him, still dressed in my bridesmaid dress. I clutched the sides of my dress tightly in my hands and felt as though I had worn holes into the material by how tightly I clenched it.

I kept my head down slightly, my feet rooted to the spot. I saw his tall shadow beneath the candlelight, just like when I had first met him in the forest. I felt excited and in awe. 

"I won't repeat myself!" Ian's tone was full of power and had no room for argument. 

The strong attraction of being mates prompted me to move closer to him, and I slowly made my way to his front.