Enraptured
Temptation bloomed in her bosom when she noticed swift streaks of platinum maneuvering through the seedlings, soundlessly bewitching her, enticing her, and demanding her presence while pledging to aid her, to secure her safety and restore her previous sentiments. Enraptured by the professions, she followed. Her resentful disposition gradually faded.
Frantically, with adrenaline coursing through her body, Leah whizzed past the border separating the residential areas from the woods and pursued the playful presence. Faint, light-hearted laughter emerged from the soul of the timberlands, stimulating her.
Leisurely, she plodded forward and received his outstretched hand; she rested beside him on the grass, her head lying on his extended arm, her hands settling over his chest, and her gaze absorbing the beauty of nature.
A profusion of luminescent stars—which were bright and twinkled and flickered with glee, with a certain charm and playfulness that incited her to giggle—accompanied the sterling splendor that emanated from the full moon.
Drakon expressed his contentment by brushing stray strands of hair from her eyes. She merely stared at him, enchanted by his sparkling, cerulean irises, engrossed by his dainty touches, fascinated by his constant smiles, enthralled by his positivity, enraptured by his liveliness, his creativity, his persistence, his electrifying aurora, his compassion and understanding and kind-heartedness.
Leah Clearwater was simply enraptured by him—by her soul mate, her imprint, her Drakon.