Devil's Love

Memories (twenty)

Her life flashed before her eyes as if it were a film. She was watching her life all over again. The death of her parents. The friendships she had made with the Queen and everyone in the palace. Her journey of becoming a doctor. The magical spells she had learnt all coming back to her. As well as all the tricks she learnt from her mentor when she was learning how to become a doctor.  The man's name was Lorencio, the man she is wanted for killing. Chancellor Eda killed him. The other two were there as well. And unfortunately, Arwyn stumbled upon it happening and that's where she lost her memories. Everything she had ever learnt came back to her. How to cook, how to heal people, how to fix a leak in a roof, all the small little things. She never lived in this cottage. She lived in the palace. But why would they dump her in a cottage and not arrest her straight away if she lived in the palace? Did no one else remember her for how she was? Or... Were they just blinded by the betrayal? 

She had slowly gained consciousness. Marcellus had gotten her out of the bath and dressed her. She was on her bed and he was sitting next to her on a small stool, a damp cloth on her forehead.

"Oh, thank God. You're awake. My arm was getting sore." The male joked as he put the cloth down. Arwyn let out a small, strained laugh as she looked at him.

"How long was I out?" She asked, sitting up with help from Marcellus. 

"A day or so." Marcellus said. He looked as if he hadn't slept a wink since she last saw him. 

"Have you slept?" Arwyn asked, moving to the edge of the bed as she looked at him. It was clear as day that he hadn't. And he wasn't about to admit it, was he? 

"Yes." A lie. She arched her brow at him before patting the bed. "I'm more hungry than I am tired." The man said with a grin. 

"I'll make you something. But please rest." She told him as she left the bed. 

"You're the one who needs to rest." The man told her, looking somewhat defeated. 

"I was asleep for a day or so. I'll be okay." She didn't exactly have anything at her home to make something with. So she left the cottage and went to the markets. It only took a half hour before she had returned. She went into the bedroom, he wasn't there. She looked around her whole cottage, not anywhere to be seen. "Marcellus?" She waited a few seconds for him to answer before she walked into the bathroom. No answer?

But upon walking into the bathroom, she was met with him... And all of his glory. Arwyn instinctively bit her down on her bottom lip. Shamelessly, she stared at him. Her eyes dragged all over his body. His body still wet from only just stepping out of the bath. His hair was messy and damp. Water droplets rolled down his perfectly god-like, well sculpted body, outlining his abs even more so than the light had. He was breathtaking. Her eyes dropped further and she couldn't help but stare at his impressive length. He wasn't even... erect. She couldn't help but imagine it and how it would make her feel. Did that make her greedy? 

"Arwyn?" He was so confident. He didn't even bother to hide himself as she stood there and gawked at him. 

"I was just..." All the words left her. What was she doing? 

"Enjoying the view?" Begrudgingly, she looked up at his face. His lips were twitching up into a smile, as if he was holding back a small laugh. Her face instantly flushed a bright red. He started to get dressed as she was lost for words. But Arwyn walked over to him and stopped him. 

Slowly, she lowered to the ground. Marcellus watched her curiously. "Do you know what you're doing?" His voice suddenly growing lower as he watched her. She looked up at him as she rested down on her knees. His eyes were clear and filled with lust as he gazed intently down at her. Her eyes fixating back onto his growing erection. Desire pooling in her belly. 

"No..." Arwyn whispered, taking in a deep breath before she exhaled again, trying to calm herself. "But I know I want to."

*NEXT FOUR CHAPTERS ARE PURELY SMUT. Skip if that's not what you want to read*