Just as she was getting lost in the sensations he was evoking, he pulled away. The sudden absence of his touch left her craving more, but his grave voice brought her back to reality. "Get dressed. It's too chilly. You could catch a cold."
When we got married, I promised myself not to fall for her. She's that not easy to love. Her brown hair bounced in her every move. Her eyes that shined every time she's happy and even when she's just smiling. But she's too precious for me... I am a certified manwhore and a womanizer. I don't want her to get hurt. I will die first before I could see her being hurt by my actions.
When she took the sword, Ellena was worried that she would hit a vital organ and she would bleed to death, but apparently, everything went according to plan.
"Honey? What did you call her?" Of all things that happened around her, with three men raising their swords and Emmelyn threatened herself at knifepoint, the only thing that Ellena caught was the fact that Mars called Emmelyn 'honey'.