SHE'S THE DEMON

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Hi guys, this is Reya's pov, I found out I'm running out of things to say as a mini intro so, let's get it.

School's been mostly a blur for me with so many thoughts on my mind. The one that has been worrying me lately aside from my father and the damn Duke is Loren. He cornered me on Tuesday with this worried puppy look that thugs on my heartstrings. I gripped my hand tight to prevent myself from reaching up to rub his head. He is tall almost 6ft 1 and I love our height difference, I get to look into his soulful brown eyes as he stares at me with all the love, passion, care and worry that I can compare with the entire world as it can satiate me for lifetimes.

Are you okay?" I ask him softly. He blinks at my soothing voice and nods. "Yeah I'm just worried about you." the strings tug harder and I look at him with warm eyes. I smile at his worry, it's comforting and refreshing to have someone constantly worrying about you.

"But I'm fine" I stretch my hand out to hold his muscular arms, the ones that held me tight and wandered my body. I nod trying to convince him with my reassuring gaze. They seem to be working before he closes his eyes blocking me from seeing those beautiful blues. It's like he is chanting a mantra in his head before he opens his eyes again.

"I miss you" he whispers. My eyes water at those words, my heart pounds in my ears and I feel every wall I had erected around me crumble. I shiver closing my eyes as I take deep breaths to control my heart and tears. I lean close to him, taking in his warm calming scent. It washes over me, calming my thoughts that seem to rise like a tsunami but now, they are calm like the cool sea.

"I'm right here" I say looking back to him once I had calmed down. He cups my cheek in his large hand and I caress my face with his hand, they are large and warm and they seem to be a conductor of electricity and warmth that spreads all over my body weakening me as I lean my hand on his shoulder for support my legs weak from his touch. How does that happen?

"I know, but why does It feel like you're so far away" he caresses my cheek his forehead leaning on mine. Our breaths are so close they mingle together and I love the aftertaste of the mint his breath carries. His words strike a chord in my chest and I can't reply because he is right but, in my head, I've been trying to prove that his words were wrong all along but now I don't know anymore. Everything is going downhill but I'm just trying to stay afloat cling to the light, Loren's light that seems to shine and destroy all the dark chains that hold me captive. But when he leaves, they are back holding me tighter dragging me down further into the abyss.

The abyss of my mind and the darkness I created from my anger and torture. "I will always be here" I promise him, I swear to him and also to myself as a reminder that he is my anchor, my lighthouse and my safeguard. He protects me from my darkness and I protect him with my darkness.

His lips connect with mine in a blissful kiss. I feel lightheaded as his lips move on mine slow and soft. I wrap my arms around his neck and rise to my toes. This kiss is different, it's like everything at once, fast and slow yet so perfect. Our bodies mould together like they are made of gentle clay in the hands of a perfect potter. My lips part to let his tongue in as he explores my cavern, his tongue guiding mine into his lips in a soft melody. My demonic energy hums like an orchestra as it rushes through my veins and arteries, pulsating with my heart that hammers against Loren's chest. I can stay like this for eternity.

We part for air but our foreheads stick together. We pant, hard and slow our chests rising rhythmically. The kiss had drained me but I felt energetic and full of vigour as if all my problems had melted away and they had, for a minute, it had.

"Have a late lunch me" he breathes out and I nod my head still leaning against his, my arms across his neck his hand at my waist and ass. I gripped my hands into fists hard to hold myself back.