[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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AMAYAS POV
I, a woman who seemed to have been created in defiance of nature's laws had never before desired for someone to see my heart—but not the pure parts of my heart that I keep displaying to other people.
Instead, as Rowan lays me down on his bed, I wish he could see all the parts of my heart, the twisted and screwed-up bits I worked so hard to keep hidden.
His mouth comes close to mine, and his hand again reaches for a strand of hair, this time my hands are tracing down his broad shoulders as if my hands were trying to determine whether this was all real or just an imaginary image in my head.
He presses his lips against my cheek before moving them to my jaw while my eyes flutter open and I see the way the room is darkened because I like the dark—but then see how the candles that were placed on the nightstand light up the room since Rowan likes the light—and I realize though we have things in common, we would always stay opposites.
He is the sane one and I the insane—he's light and I am merely a shadow, I am earthly and he is aerial, he has never been evil, I was.
However, when our eyes meet, I can see my reflection in his, and I know he could see hell whenever he looked into my eyes, which is why a sane person would keep their distance from me. However, perhaps he was not so sane after all, as he currently appears to be loving me even more than he did just a moment ago.
"You're trembling," I murmur to him, and as I see him swallow his doubts, he looks down at me while breathing heavily. "I—I'm just nervous." He clears his throat and I cannot help but let a smile curl against my lips, "Do you want to stop?"
He looks at me and just when I expect him to nod, he shakes his head and smiles, "Do you want to stop?" He questions and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck while I shake my head.
"You're the only person I trust with my entire life." I tell him, words were all they were intended to be, but judging by the look on his face, they were so much more to him.
He chuckles and I raise an eyebrow before he kisses me again. "You're adorable when you're soft-hearted," Rowan whispers against my mouth and I scoff, about to speak until his fingers skim themselves over my collarbones, his warm skin against my cold.
His movements cease as he appears flustered when his hand brushes across the band of my bra and travels along the side of my body, my back, and up. I chuckle, lifting his head so that he is looking at me while I tilt my head.
"Scared?" I ask him and he raises his eyebrows before he undoes my bra with one hand, "Not really, no."
He smiles as he drops my bra on the ground, and I hide my breasts with my arm as my breath catches in my throat. "Are you sure you have never done this before?" I taunt him and he lets out a short laugh. "Very sure, love. You are always the only one for me."
