My eyes fluttered open and closed, the bright sunlight affecting my sight. I eventually decided to keep my eyes closed and just burrow deeper into the warmth for some more time.
This morning was different. I felt it. It wasn't like the other days.
My heart flutters and warmth spreads through my chest as I inhale his scent, which was painted on my skin and mixed in the air of my room.
The burning desire built in the pit of my stomach and traveled all the way to my heart, clenching and hooking there forever to stay.
Last night felt like a dream.
Whatever happened last night was beyond my expectations. He kissed me. He really fucking kissed me. He'd told me he hated this type of intimacy, but he did it for me.
I raised my hand to touch my lips. They tingled, just by thinking about it. The sensation of his gentle lips. The flavor of his mouth. The firmness of his tongue. I had a belly that beat, memorizing our moments over and over. They were rooted in my memories, to remember forever..
Last night, I found a hope in his kisses.
A hope of our relationship.
A hope for our future.
Alaric was the forbidden fruit everyone warned me about but I still took a bite. I didn't realize the taste would be this addicting.
I needed him like I needed my next breath.
I sighed heavily and sat on the bed, hissing loudly as the pain penetrated my core and traversed my entire body.
"Damn you, Alaric." I muttered, getting off the bed. My head was dizzy and my body was rocking but before I embraced the ground. Large arms wrapped around my waist, steady me on my feet.
"Carefull, Angel." There we go again. My heart doing that fluttering..fluttering thing and squeezing until it was hard to breathe.
Every time I heard his voice...every time, he stole my breath away.
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I looked at his gorgeous face. Alaric was standing in front of me like a beautiful dream, but he wasn't just a dream. He was much more. A dream couldn't be this beautiful. He was so unreal and so damn beautiful. Heart-throbbingly beautiful. His shiny black hair was a fluffy mess on his head. Some thick strands caressed the skin of his forehead as they fell on his perfectly shaped dark brows.
And then, it was his captivating beautiful eyes that began everything. Which reminds of a vast ocean, drawn my gaze like sunset over water. I longed to dive in, to sink deep in their depths. They are so alluring, so deep that my everything reflects in them. My existence, my hopes, my dreams, my desires, my ambitions, my goals, my musings, my secrets,...and even my entire life, in which I wished for him to stay with me forever.
White shirt hung loose on his tall, lean and hard body. The outline of muscles peeked through the soft and light fabric, leaving a little enough for my imagination but not enough for me to see everything I wanted to see.
The golden glow of the sun fell upon him and I was stunned by this beautiful man. He was so. Handsome. Sinfully gorgeous.
Oh God.
He was devil but no one could deny his features were carved by angels.
If heaven had an image, it would be him.
I memorized everything, his every small feature until they were deeply ingrained in my memories.
Alaric was deeply ingrained inside my soul.
"Lena..." Alaric jolted me, bringing me back to reality. "I've been calling you for five minutes." I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice was cold, but I felt a touch of worry in it.
"Yes, I..I am fine." I whispered, lowering my eyes, to realize that I was totally naked. My cheeks flared, redness speared from cheeks to the chest.
I tried to get away from him, but he pulled me closer, cupping my bare ass. His eyes were wandering on my naked body and I gasped loudly when his hand came crashing down my ass cheeks. I whimpered and wiggled in his hold causing my sore breast to rubbed against his chest and I shuddered.
"It's a little too late to be shy now, sweetheart?" He muttered, holding my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes. Alaric leaned down, his lips inched away from mine. I turned my face to side and his lips landed on my cheeks.
He growled in displeasure and I giggled.
I smiled at his grumpy face and added, "I haven't brushed yet."
"As if I fucking care." With that, he grabbed my throat, keeping my face in place. And then he claimed my lips in a hard, bruising kiss.
This kiss wasn't gentle or sweet. It was possessive. His tongue licked at my lips, coaxing me to open to his demanding advances. I complied, parting my lips to allow him entry. His other hand framed my face to pull me harder into him.
Starved for air, I pulled away enough to gulp a breath. His lips moved to the corner of my mouth, and he placed a kiss there before dragging his lips down my jaw and the side of my neck. Throwing my head back, I gave him better access, completely lost in him, his kisses and touch driving me insane.
We both were breathless when Alaric pulled away. He stared deep into my eyes before picking me up in a bridal style.
"What..what are you doing?" I asked.
"I am going to bathe you." He replied, looking ahead.
Oh.
My heart fluttered, and the butterflies increased in my stomach.
"You don't have to do this, Alaric." I spoke in a gentle tone, wanting to make sure he felt at ease and didn't feel pressured to do anything that didn't sit well with him.
Alaric choose to stay silent and lead us inside the bathroom. He placed me down infront of the counter and gave me my toothbrush.
Alaric turned around and started preparing a bath. I looked in the mirror. Red, blue and purple bruises coated my every inch of skin. My lips were red and swollen, appeard thoroughly kissed. I looked tired, a mess but I looked different. A good different.
My neck was covered with love bites, the maroon spots appearing more violent against my white skin. Nothing was untouched-my chest, stomach, thighs, and hips. Everything was touched and tasted. My body looked like a assaulted one, but only I knew that it had been worshipped. Worshipped by my husband.
Shaking my head, I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. I found Alaric behind me. I observed him keenly; his body was tensed, his jaw clenched. His face showed distress. His breathing was abnormal.
Alaric put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around gently. I grasped his hand with both of my hands. He looked at me blankly.
"I know you are not sure of doing it, and that is perfectly acceptable!" I whispered softly, caressing the back of his hand. Alaric averted his gaze elsewhere and clenched his jaw. "I really appreciate you being prepared to do that, Alaric, but please don't feel like you have to. Don't force yourself and believe me when I say that simply having you here is more that enough for me."
His eyes meet mine and I saw what I was looking for. He battled against himself. Alaric wanted to do it, but something was holding him back, so I got him out of his dilemma.
"It's okay." I smiled, assuring him that everything was fine. Alaric shut his eyes before inhaling deeply. Oceanic crystals opened and he watched me for a couple of seconds before nodding his head.
Alaric turned round and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Shaking my head, I slowly got into the tub, and the warm water did a great job of releasing my tense muscles and pain in my body.
I washed myself, enjoying the sensation of water on my skin. As I exited the tub, I dried my body and wrapped myself in a towel. I went into the closet and decided on my outfit for the day. After drying my hair, I covered all the hickeys on my neck then, I dressed up and brushed my hair.
I got my purse and phone before I limped out of the room. I went downstairs and I saw Alaric seated on the couch. He had changed, he was wearing a dark suit.
Leaning on the glass wall, I stared at him with a smile while he was working on his laptop. His skillful, ring-filled fingers worked with elegance on the keyboard. Seeing his rings, I shivered, remembering how cold they were on my hot skin.
What are you doing to me, Alaric?
You've dug yourself through my skin, into my bones. You stabbed me in the heart, I'm bleeding for you, Alaric. You hurt me. You humiliated me. You used me and yet I want you--I need you.
Although I'm trying to stop, to convince myself that you're not mine. We can never be together, but that heart of mine doesn't listen. It beats for you. It will always beat for you. My heart, my body...my soul is yours. Forever.
Why are you wearing this?" I jerked back into the reality and found him in front of me. His hands were stuffed into his pocket while he was staring at me.
"Office." I replied, headed towards the kitchen. Alaric followed me from behind.
"You're not coming to the office today. Take a day off and rest." He ordered.
"No, I'm coming with you, and that's the end," I said stubbornly. "I know I can't walk properly, but that doesn't mean I should be careless about my work."
My eyes widened when I realised what I had just said.
Stupid Lena.
Alaric's lips tilted in an arrogant smirk, and his eyes glinted with too much arrogance and pride. I was grateful when didn't comment on this. I need to think before opening my mouth.
I was on my way to the kitchen when my eyes fell on the many dishes placed on the dining table. I walked and was instantly hit with a mouth-watering smell.
Our breakfast was already there. I stared at it when Alaric's voice reached my ears. "I've made breakfast for us."
There was an obvious surprise on my face. Alaric gestured for me to sit as he pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and looked at him while he was serving us.
He took a seat in the head chair., "Eat."
I always thought my mom's food was the best, but, sorry, mumma, this was something on another level. My taste buds blessed me as soon as I took a first bite, closing my eyes. I moaned in delight. "Mmhhh. This is sooo good."
Within a few minutes, my plate was clean. I sighed in utter bliss, sliding my plate aside. Hearing a chuckle, I raised my eyes to see him chuckling, at me
"What?" I asked straight and he raised his eyebrows. "I never knew you knew how to cook such great dishes."
"This. Is. So. Fucking. Delicious." I stated, smiling widely.
Alaric kept quiet and focused on his plate, but I didn't miss the tiny smile that adored his beautiful face.
Oh, my poor heart.
After Alaric finished his breakfast, I gathered up the dirty plates and washed them. I cleaned the kitchen counter. Alaric wasn't a messy cook, so it didn't take long for me to clean up.
After that, We both left for office together.
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