Deviant Fate

7 - Business Transaction?

-Gweneria Sol-

Awaking to the sun dancing on my face, I rubbed my eyes of sleep. Becoming aware of my surroundings I looked down as Arowin's arm laid wrapped around my waist. Our limbs entwined like branches. Remembering how the other night's events led to this I couldn't help but feel nervous, but maybe excited.

It was the first time I'd ever been held by someone. I felt safe and warm. I didn't feel alone. Though I was accustomed to loneliness, I definitely preferred this feeling over loneliness.

We had been like this for two days. It was like some sort of trance.

Turning my gaze upon the creature giving me these warm feelings, I find his is already fixed on me. His gorgeous smile gracing my presence. I'll never get used to that. After seeing his grumpy faces, I like this face the most. Even though his angry faces were quite comical.

He pulled me in an embrace and I formed into his body. His perfect body. His deep cherry skin looked like rubies in the sun. I wondered what it would be like to be that beautiful.

Gripping my chin in his large hand he forced me to look up at him.

"You are beautiful. The most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on. You're unique scars—," he kissed the top of my eyebrows and under my eyes, over my Celestan scars. "Your perfectly soft lips," he delicately placed a kiss upon my lips. "Your piercing eyes." He gawked, staring into my soul.

My breathing hitched as I couldn't take the compliment without feeling warm and embarrassed. This is a different side of him. And I'm not used to it.

I always looked at myself as generic. There were plenty of women with gorgeous features I felt were better than mine. I don't hate how I look, I just don't feel beautiful like the other women. Looking down I couldn't keep eye contact, I was becoming uncomfortable. I don't have that kind of confidence. I've never received direct compliments because no one is around me long enough.

Grabbing my face again he yanked me over top of him, straddling his large frame. I know my cheeks were blushing red from his quick movement. Holding my forearms I didn't know what to do with myself in this position. It was so intimate. I'm not experienced at all. Pulling my arms from themselves, he placed them on his bare chest. Placing his thumb and forefinger under my chin he forced me to look at him.

"I will teach you about intimacy and submission. I will enlighten you to feelings that will pleasure you in ways never before. I will also teach you about your beauty. I don't want to hear another negative thought about your beauty. I will punish you if you do from this point on."

Feeling hot and bothered by his promise to teach me about pleasure, I also couldn't help the warmth I felt between my legs at his threat to punish me. He smirked as he knew as well. God I hate you in my head! I said in my thoughts knowing he would hear.

Pulling my arms forward so we were laying stomach to stomach, he placed his hands on my sides steadying me. Resting my chin on my stacked palms I just couldn't stop staring into his eyes. How did we get here? Days ago I hated him and cursed the day he was born. He was barging into my house yelling at me, basically holding me hostage. Now, we're entangled together in my bed, gazing into each other's eyes as if we'll both disappear. I'm just baffled. This is bizarre. Utterly insane. I've gone insane. That's it. It has to be. There's no logical explanation otherwise.

Moving to get up for the day he doesn't let me up. His hands still gripping my hips, I look at him confused.

"Come on, let's get something to eat." I offered.