Chapter 152: His Light

***MATURE CONTENT at the end***

Ramose brought his mate to the only room in the Purple-Radiance Palace. 

Wider than the Crimson Palace, a splendid, circular bed lay in the center of the spacious room. Thin films of gossamer curtains drooped from the ceiling and span out around the bed, showering a brilliance of purple radiance as the silver-blue moon rays fell on their rippling folds.

A dressing table made out of flaming wood and a large ice mirror took one end of the room, while a rack of silk robes took over the other. A flame table with fruits and snacks sat beside the bed and a light fragrance of Nepture Fruits1 drifted through the air.

To finish it all, Light Flies exuding faint glows of moonlight, flew around the circular room, serving as the source of light.

"This is your room. Do you like it?" Ramose's voice sounded calm, but only he knew how nervous he was.

After they separated at the Floating Flame Island, to give his mate the best of everything, he personally sought out every item and redecorated the room. 

But as they had only met recently, he didn't know what she liked...or disliked. Therefore, he brought all he saw and thought she would like. 

Versailles held her white robe in her hands, fearful of damaging the delicate petals as she followed her mate's guidance. On hearing his words, she blinked and raised her head.

The moment her gaze fell on the magnificent sight, she gasped.

"Ramose, this...this is the Purple-Radiance Palace?" Was she still in the Nar realm?

How was this a palace in the vilest and darkest of places?

Such extravagance and glamor couldn't be reproduced by even the emperors in the Six realms.

Because this was a palace room adorned with the little beauty the Nar realm possessed.

Versailles covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she took in the beauty before her eyes.

Her heart ached as she recalled her life in the Sybil realm.

Compared to the parents that gave birth to her, Ramose was like a ray of light that shone on her dark soul. Where they abandoned her and sold her, he showered her with love and treated her like the precious treasure of his life.

She could not understand.

Why did he love her so much and so deeply, when her own family, the people that she shared blood with, couldn't wait to be rid of her?

Why was he so devoted to her, so attentive of her needs, and so...caring?

Was all this...because of the soul-bond they shared?

Or did he subconsciously feel for her because of their previous lives?

"Light, don't cry...if you don't like it, I will change it! I will immediately change it, okay? I will change it, so don't cry..." Seeing his mate shed tears like water, Ramose lost all his composer. 

Bending to her height, he anxiously wiped her tears, his actions flustered and his voice shaky, as he coaxed and tried to stop the flood of tears.

'This is the result of rushing things. Great! I now made her cry...'

He grimaced, internally scolding himself for his foolishness.

He should've waited until her arrival instead of doing as he wished.

Seeing his clumsy actions, the crying Versailles, burst out laughing.

"Hahaha...Ramose, what...haha...what's wrong with...you? You look like you're about to flee your skin...haha!"

"I look like I'm about to flee my skin? And whose fault do you think that is?" Ramose's expression turned awkward as his actions paused and he blankly stared at his laughing mate. The next instant, he flared in anger out of embarrassment.

'About to flee my skin? What does that even mean?' He internally wondered with a flushed face.

But his anger was as flimsy as the wings of Black Cicadas1, light and faint with no real flare.

Seeing his mate finally stop crying and laugh joyously, Ramose didn't care if the words meant even a curse...

Leaning his forehead against hers, he deeply sighed.

"Light, can you not cry like that anymore? Your tears make my heart ache."

"Is that why you were flustered? Because your heart ached?" She teasingly asked.

"No, I was flustered because I thought you were upset. I thought I had hurt you." He seriously replied.

"Tell me, Light. Why did you cry?"

"Ramose, I...ahem! I felt happy..." Da**! He is seriously going to get back at me for laughing at him. I reacted so strongly for just a room! She lowered her head, finally embarrassed of her actions.

However, what she expected didn't happen.

On the contrary, her face was cupped and her lips sealed before she could even react.

Ramose's heart skipped a beat as he sealed his lips over his mate's. The lush, soft sensation shattered his focus as he forgot the intended purpose of the kiss. His control crumbled and his mind was clouded in a whirlwind of pleasure. He instinctively lowered a hand and wrapped it around her waist, pressing her slender body flush against his own. 

The other hand cupping her cheek slid down the side of her face and wound around her neck, feeling the thin pulse beating rapidly in sync with his racing heartbeat.

"Mmmm..."

Ramose groaned in pleasure, his body temperature rising with his growing need. Putting strength in his arm, he lifted her entire body and took her to the bed.

Versailles felt her heart thumping in her chest, the sound so loud and furious that she was sure Ramose heard it. Her body turned weak and her head dizzy from the prolonged lack of oxygen. The Moment Ramose laid her on the soft bed, she broke their sealed lips and greedily sucked in air.

Losing contact with the luscious lips, Ramose groaned in pain and buried his head in her neck, sucking and biting the skin in retaliation.

Versailles yelped in surprise, not expecting the attack. Before she could scold the wolf, he gently suckled on the skin, soothing the pain away.

"Light...you liked the dress...you also liked the room...how will you repay me?"

"Huh?" Still in pleasure land, Versailles confusedly looked at her mate, failing to register the implication of the words.

But Ramose felt hot and uncomfortable.

He wanted release.

But most of all, he wanted his mate.

Every cell and blood in his veins screamed for him to claim her as his own.

But even more, his heart desired to embrace her so that they would be one and the same.

So that they would be stuck so tight together nothing would ever come in between them again.

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Laying a hand over her heart, Ramose tenderly rubbed his rough cheek against her smooth, soft one, before lifting his head and locking her confused eyes with his bright, glossy ones.

"Light...I love you. Because I love you, I want you so much. Because I love you, I want to touch and explore every inch of you. And because I love you, I want to be connected with you in such a way where your every breath, heartbeat, and pulse resonates in sync with mine. Where I won't be able to tell where you begin and I end, or where I begin and you end..."

Versailles was speechless.

What was she supposed to say to that!?

She had never been in a relationship before, but from the few she witnessed in the Sybil realm, the females always...refused?

What was it called again...playing bad? Playing hard?

Playing hard to get!

She heard someone mention that relationships between lovers improved when the female played hard to get.

Was she supposed to play hard to get?

But...how did one play hard to get?

Thin lines formed on her forehead as she frowned in thought.

Seeing such a reaction, Ramose's heart turned cold.

After all he said, did his mate not understand what he wanted, or was she reluctant to form such a connection with him?

If it was the first, he didn't mind waiting until she understood and willingly embraced him. After all, he loved her so much that he could spend his entire immortal life waiting for her.

But if it was the second, he would still wait for her, only...his heart would truly hurt!

With a trembling heart, Ramose gently raised the hand on her neck back to her cheek and stared deep into her violet orbs.

In a voice thick with barely concealed emotion, he shakily asked.

"Light, don't you want to connect with me?"

Though brief, Versailles saw the flicker of fear in his eyes when he asked the question. 

Whether their relationship improved or deteriorated, she couldn't hurt Ramose. And especially not when he hung onto her every word and action like they were precious gems.

Throwing the nonsense of the Sybil realm out of her mind, she spoke her mind without reservation.

"Why won't I want to connect with you? You are my mate. If not you, then who am I supposed to connect with?" 

But he was unconvinced.

"Then, when I said I wanted you, why did you turn silent?" 

Versailles's face turned crimson when she recalled her earlier thoughts.

Even if her life depended on it, she would never tell him that she was thinking of how to play hard to get.

Wait...did he even know what that meant?

"Well...don't force yourself if you're not ready. I can always wait for you..." I have done so for the past 18 years, and I can do so for many more...

The wolf concluded her silence for admission of guilt and with a forced smile, lowered his eyes, hiding the pain in their depths so she wouldn't be affected.

"Ramose...it's not that I'm not ready...more like I don't know where to begin..." The venomous serpentine shyly admitted.

"Hmm...?" The ferocious wolf dumbly frowned.

"Ahem! You said you want to connect with me...but I don't know what to do? How do two mates connect?" Versailles, exasperated at her mate's dullness, couldn't continue the shy act anymore and hissed in anger.

"Ah? Ah!" Ramose's eyes lit up as understanding dawned on him. Breathing roughly, he raised his eyes to look at his mate.

"Light, you...you're saying you want me as well?"

"Emm!"

Getting his mate's consent, what else could the Werewolf King want?

Eyes swimming with tears of relief, Ramose crushed his lips against Versailles's.

This time, he kissed her gently, moving his lips in deep, slow strokes that showed her his heart through his tenderness. Securing her head with one hand, he trailed the other over her shoulder and down her arm, until it grazed her soft mound.

Tentatively, he cupped her fullness and shivered against her in an excited thrill. Sensing her shiver in response made his limbs tremble even harder. Wanting more, he forced her lips open and stuck his tongue in her wet warmth, rubbing the mound in his hand as he entangled their tongues and closed his eyes to savor the taste.

"Light...light...my radiant light..."

The words were like a caress trailing down her body, making her shiver in a euphoric sensation she never experienced before.

Versailles couldn't understand.

How could mere words make a beast feel so much emotion?

Ramose had dreamed of his mate and waited for so many years that his heart ached and throbbed in pain from the deep longing.

He wanted her.

Wanted so desperately that his head swam from the deep desire.

Wanted so deeply that his soul burned from the consuming need.

Wanted so badly that his heart drummed in his chest from the boundless love.

Light. 

His light, the love of his life.

His hand clumsily rolled down the front of her white dress, exposing the snow-white skin to his rough hand. When his bare skin touched her soft flesh, another fierce tremor traveled down his body.

Ramose unsealed their lips, his glossy eyes roaming over her flushed face in satisfaction and awe. With her cherry lips looking even more lush and full from his ministrations, she was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.

Lowering his gaze, his eyes fell on the soft, snow-white flesh, with the tantalizing cherry perk his hand had exposed.

Gently, he massaged the mound, before running his thumb over the red dot. It reacted positively and fiercely, instantly hardening under his thumb.

"Beautiful..." He whispered in wonder.

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