Chapter 26

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Alaricus' POV
The sounds of the water dropping against the tiles flows from the bathroom as I lay on Amara's bed, her sweet intoxicating scent filling my senses making me near delirious with euphoria. My heart beat increases as the shower turns off and I hear my little love fumbling around in her shower, a small ow resounding as I hear a soft thump. My clumsy little angel had stubbed her toe, part of me wishes to go check on her but the other part knows what would happen if I stumbled in on her wearing nothing but a small towel.

Moments later the door opens, I cover my eyes with my hands, resisting the urge to peak. My little love wouldn't like that.

A small yelp is heard, she's spotted me, she stumbles forward a small gasp falling from her sweet  lips as she recognizes me. I bite into my lower lip to contain the groan that threatens to release itself at the sweet smell of her wet hair.
"Alaricus what are you doing here?" She shrieks out her melodic voice causing my heart to attempt to beat it's way out of my chest.

"Are you decent?" I ask her, reluctantly getting off her bed, how I wished she would come join me on the bed, how I long for the day she would be that comfortable with me, that she would crave my closeness even a slither of the amount that I craved hers. But I wasn't being fair she was a precious angel, and I a merciless beast that had done many wrongs, along with taking away what she treasured most, her freedom. An angel could never love a beast but I couldn't stop my naive heart from hoping.

"Sort of I suppose." She answers timidly and my hands fly off my face, my eyes more than eager to see her face. My heart constricts as I catch sight of her. She stands shyly fiddling with her dainty fingers in a fluffy black robe with light pink polka dots that is several sizes too big on her petite form. Her skin is flushed, her cheeks reddened from the heat of the shower that still steams behind her. The blush is endearing in contrast to her soft creamy skin. Her chocolate brown eyes shine brightly as she stares at me, her plump rose lips in a pout as she scowls at me attempting to look threatening but looking more adorable than anyone should have the right to. This angel was mine, destined for me, my little miracle, to her misfortune I was nothing like her. I was far from innocent, I wasn't angelic, neither pure and she was all those things and so much more. For her, I would be kind, I would be good, for her I would be absolutely anything, do anything, all she needed to do was open her sweet little mouth and command me. She had enslaved me at first glance, but my naive little angel had no idea.

I move towards her slowly not wishing to startle her, she gazes at me through long dark lashes, as my hands slowly reach up to cup her soft cheeks. A soft sigh escaping me as her skin comes in contact with mine. My thumb rubs over the blush of her cheeks only further reddening it. My other hand goes up to tangle in her damp hair, the towel long fallen but she hadn't noticed. Her sweet scent surrounds me, and I struggle to contain my growls, she was too tempting for her own good, so tempting and she didn't even know it.

I lean forward slowly allowing her to pull back if she'd wish although I hope fervently that she wouldn't. I press my lips softly to the smooth soft skin of her cheek and she stiffens beneath my touch her lips parting slightly, and it becomes even harder to contain that growl. She was absolutely tantalizing, a constant temptation, the sweetest kind of torture, she was right in front of me but I couldn't have her, not completely. I couldn't hold onto her as long as I'd like, taste those pouty rosy pink lips, I couldn't hide her in my embrace for eternity the way I wished to. I couldn't hide her away from the world forever, one day the angel would struggle to break free of its cage, and I would have to relent to her wishes. For how could I ever say no to those beautiful chocolate pools if they looked at me pleadingly. She could make me do anything she wanted, I worshiped her. This beast was made to worship this beautiful little angel and he forever would.

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