You were most familiar and most comforted by those eyes, how they would flash defiantly in face of any foe regardless of strength or status, how they would soften as he reminisced about Halia and his parents.

So rebellious yet so tender--the qualities that defined Leon Strohl da Haliaetus for you.

As his hand delicately cupped your cheek while bringing his lips to yours for the sweetest of kisses, by contrast his hips continued to pummel against yours, the obscene and sticky wet noises of sweat-slicked skin meeting skin defiling the hallowed halls of St. Fermis Church.

Though from Strohl's point of view, what reason was there to maintain respect for an institution that encouraged, protected, and even rewarded selfishly nefarious scum such as your fiancé, who viewed your maidenhood as a prize to be collected?

The mere idea infuriated him the moment that your engagement was announced.

His teeth grit together as he suddenly felt compelled to drive his cock into you even harder, his balls smacking against your ass in heavy slaps as he was compelled to flood your core yet again with his release, the ground of the altar already desecrated with a growing pool of his seed.

He could hear the stumble of the priest as he was suddenly shoved away by your fiancé, who stormed off while raving about how he would see both you and Strohl ruined for your disrespect. Though, by the stammer of his voice, he wondered if he happened to catch a glimpse of the daunting aura of his Archetype.

Not that it mattered to him anyhow.

Not while what he cherished most in the entirety of this world was finally in his arms.

Hearing the soft and sweet mewl of his name from below, Strohl groaned as he wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you close with the intention of never letting you go. With his lips seeking out your neck, he breathlessly affirmed,