Persephone

10. Alistair

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Large hands on her hips and warm breath on her face. That's what Persephone felt not two seconds after the man entered her room.

"You look beautiful," the gorgeous man before he dipped his head down to her neck, breathing in her scent. He glanced up quickly at Martha who slightly trembled in fear, "Good, now go."

Nodding quickly, Martha averted her eyes from the man who was possessively holding her in place, radiating power and dominance.

"Close the door behind you," he called out softly.

But apparently it did not go unnoticed for a timid, "Yes, sir," was heard before the door clicked shut.

The sound of the door closing, signally that she was alone with this intimidating man.

Her hands came to press against his hard chest, trying to push him away. He did not move an inch. All her efforts did was cause him to growl, she could feel a slight pricking at her neck when he did this.

"Do not do that, darling. You can not push me away."

Persephone's heart rate picked up, her fear of this man intensifying, "Who even are you? What do you want?" She managed to gasp out without sounding too frightened, at least to her ears. His, on the other hand, had been trained for years to pick up the slightest tremor in one's voice, even if he couldn't hear her accelerated heart rate.

Pulling back he grasped her wrists, pulling them from his chest to his lips, placing a kiss gently on each, holding himself back from tasting her, his intense gaze never leaving her face, staring her down with his odd eyes.

He was forcing himself to be increasingly gentle with her, she was only human after all, so very fragile to a man of his strength. He did not wish to hurt her, not yet at least.

Finally he sighed, "I am Alistair, if you have not already figured out. And as of right now I want many things of you but only ask one, for you to allow me to escort you to the ball. After all, you are the guest of honor."

Persephone bit her lip, "And if I don't allow you?"

A glimpse of anger flashed in his black eyes before he let out a deep chuckle, "I was only being polite, my dear."

Reaching forward, he gently tugged her bottom lip from between her teeth with his thumb, then moving to brush a stray hair away from her face, analyzing her appearance as he did, "My, that color does seem to show off your innocence," the next bit almost inaudible, "Mmm how will I control myself," his eyes met hers again, "It's best if we leave now. Just so I will be able to," he paused, finding the word for it, "behave myself. Come now."

Taking Persephone by the elbow, Alistair led her from the room she had been placed in for the day.

Of course he did not intend for her to stay there any longer than that day, just so she could awaken, so he could hold himself back. Tonight she would stay with him in his room. He would make sure of it.

A/n: hey I know it's short but this is my third update this week so be proud, and you got a scene between these two!!