Heirs, 50

(POV: Renata)

"I wanted to kiss her," Deniel says, and my heart stops beating for a few seconds. "Do you want it too?"

"I've never kissed before," I say with a low and affected voice, my eyes are wide, and I feel a sudden nervousness take over me.

"I'll teach you, my little wolf," he says, holding my face with one hand while the other wraps around my waist. "Just let it flow, feel the rhythm, and follow your instincts."

He lowers his head slowly to mine, and when his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and melt into his arms. His tongue seeks entry into my mouth, and I open, allowing our tongues to meet and start a delicious duel. This is amazing, and I'm sure if he weren't holding my waist, I'd already be on the floor, my body is all weak.

I'm surprised by my skill; for someone who has never kissed before, I'm doing quite well. Deniel's kiss is slow and calm, and I can keep up with his rhythm. Before I run out of breath with that breathtaking kiss, we hear a noise and pull away.

"I'm still unconscious and in a nightmare," Nicollas says, standing in the kitchen doorway, running his hands through his face frantically.

He goes to the fridge, grabs a water bottle, and takes a swig without caring about labels.

"I'm glad you woke up," I get his attention. "I was really worried." When I finish speaking, he stares at us with wide eyes.

"This isn't a nightmare?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. "I must have thrown a rock at the Moon, it can't be." He takes a deep breath. "Can I know why your tongue was in my daughter's mouth, Deniel? Because she is my daughter, I hope you know that."

"Could we have a civil conversation, Nicollas?" Deniel calmly requests. "Your daughter and I are mates."

My father looks at him suspiciously, and something crosses his eyes as he advances towards us and takes our hands to look at our wrists. It seems he doesn't find what he's looking for and then breathes a sigh of relief.

"Why did he do that?" I ask curiously.

"He was checking if we've consummated our union," Deniel explains without taking his eyes off my father's gaze.

"Your tongue was in her throat," my father retorts.

"The tongue and not the..." Deniel stops himself and takes a deep breath. "Can we talk civilly?"

Nicollas sighs wearily. The medicine still hasn't fully taken effect. I look down, feeling embarrassed; everyone went through this because of me, I betrayed my... Warm arms embrace me, and tears wet my shoulder. I am astonished.

"Daughter," Nicollas speaks with a choked voice. "I always knew you'd come back, I waited for you so long, my love."

I hug him back and let the emotion take over me, crying uncontrollably. I feel safe in his arms.

"Forgive me," I say. "Forgive me, Dad, I didn't know anything."

"Hey," he holds my face, forcing me to look at him. "Let's put a line under this episode of our lives. I know that bloodsucker used you, my daughter. I'm so happy to have you back." He kisses my forehead and hugs me again. "I only regret you've already brought me a son-in-law." He responds grudgingly. "Even worse, him as a son-in-law."

"Deniel is my partner," I say with a smile.

"He's a witch," he accuses.

"Mysteries of the Moon Goddess," Deniel shrugs.

Some time later, my father breaks the hug and wipes away the tears. He looks at me for a moment and then, after planting a kiss on my forehead, turns to Deniel.

"I never thanked you for saving my mate's and my children's lives sixteen years ago," Nicollas reaches out his hand to him. "Thank you, just give me a little time to get used to this. She's my little girl, she's been away for sixteen years, and I love her so much."

"This is going easier than I imagined," Deniel responds, touching his hand.

"Hold on there, if my little wolf..."

"My little wolf," Deniel interrupts him, and my father rolls his eyes.

"If my little wolf," Nicollas repeats, emphasizing the "my" without caring about what my partner said. "Sheds a tear because of you, I swear I'll kill you," he threatens.

"All I want in this life is to make her happy," Deniel says firmly. "I love Renata, and my life goal is to see her smile always."

"I'll trust you, but now I need to talk to Luan. Have you seen him?" he asks.

"The last time I saw him, he was in the garden with Lucia," I reply.

"Thank you," he heads towards the door. "Behave yourselves, and Deniel," he calls. "No sticking your tongue in my daughter's mouth." I lower my head with flushed cheeks.

"One already did, and it was quite easy," Deniel says relieved. "Now there's only the most difficult one."

"It's going to be fine," I whisper, trying to push away any worries.

Deniel extends his hand to me, and I take it without hesitation. His eyes are filled with intensity and desire, and I feel my heart racing as he pulls me closer.

"Come, my dear," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with anticipation, as his fingers gently stroke my waist. "I'm going to tell you my whole story, but before that..." His mouth approaches mine, and I feel his warm breath on my lips. "Where did we leave off?"

Before I can answer, our lips meet in a overwhelming kiss. His mouth is soft and hungry at the same time, and our tongues meet in a passionate dance. I feel his hand on the nape of my neck, holding me closer to him, while the other slides down my back, sending shivers down my spine.

The kiss is urgent and full of pent-up desire, an explosion of emotions that had been building up since we met. I melt into his arms, completely consumed by him. Every movement of his lips is a promise of passion and love, and I kiss him with the same intensity, without fear, just surrendering to the moment.

As our lips briefly part, our breaths mingle, and our eyes meet. I can see the depth of your feelings reflected in your gaze, and I know that this is only the beginning of our journey together. The kiss continues, a celebration of our connection, and I know that, whatever happens, we'll be facing everything together.