Hell's Empire

Traveling ; Ch.29

Harry's POV:

I sighed, wiping my hands against the cloak that hung freely on the wall. Dark blood stained the golden design, ruining the fabric that King Louis XI gave me. I honestly didn't care, I found my release and I didn't take it out on Fawn, which made me feel much better. I needed to control these monsters with me, but how. Immediately, my mind drifted to the girl with the brown eyes and dark hair, my precious girl and sweet release. I sat, emotionless while I thought of her, I truly felt alive with her. There was no doubt she wasn't safe here, in fact, without me she'd probably be in pieces.
Yet with me, she would probably be in pieces. I smiled, continuing to think of my angel.

She never ceases to impress me with the little things she does, every expression, every emotion is like a burst of sensation within me. I wanted her- us. I didn't want to lose her.

"If you love something- set it free." Marcel waltzed in, holing a glass of red wine; his torn face was completely spotless. I stared as Edward followed behind, his face looking tired and weary. I smiled wickedly,

"How are my brothers doing?" I grinned at Edward, he simply shrugged and then let himself fall to the ground. I had shut Edward out, he was nothing now.

"You can't go on- not without the side that is incapable of remorse." His words, they were forced and painful, this caused my inner demon to explode with laughter.

"You're gone. You're shut out, weak and pathetic." I growled stepping over his slouched and lumpy body, then walked out the door. I lead Marcel down the hall where I instructed him to watch if Edward gained strength. He shook his head and continued walking.

"I've read our fate. Edward will be gone after today." He huffed, I smiled wider.

"Good. Get the guards to pack Fawns items, she'll be going to Mount Olympian tonight." On cue, Marcel hurried away, leaving me in my empty void. What will I become without the beautiful burning sensation of Life?

I returned back to my chamber only to hear soft classical music playing through the wind. I smiled, Fawn must've gotten curious and decided to play some tunes. I opened the door and Bach quickly filled my ears, I soothed to the sound of the famous composer. I skimmed the room until my eyes landed on the beauty in front of me, she was changing her nightgown, lifting it up slowly above her head; almost giving me a show. I concentrated on her body, it was small, not many curves, she looked as if she would break by just sitting there. She looked so fragile and porcelain, she didn't notice me as I shut the door and walked towards her.

Don't loose control.

I scolded my subconscious, Marcel really did know how to ruin a moment. She tossed the material on the ground, standing up then turning to face me. Her eyes grew into golf balls, her luscious brown eyes devouring mine.

"Harry!" She breathed before reaching down and pulling the gown above her head again. I smiled on the inside, she was nervous and shy, I grabbed her waist before she slipped it on fully. She was naked against me, fully and gloriously naked. She shivered, unable to see me, the fabric covered her eyes like a blindfold. It was such an intoxicating view, but I needed to know if she wanted this.

"Do you want-"

"I want you." She cut me off, such a bold and courageous move that made something stir within me. I stepped back looking at her glorious body; her breathing was ragged, she was basically panting for my touch, her body was glistening with sweat, I stared in awe, she really was something- something beautiful.

I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, taking on last look before I pulled her dress down again. I can't loose control. I reminded myself, it took everything in me to leave her, let her finish, I could've had her then and there. I want to take her, have her be mine.

"Get ready, we leave at dusk." I walked out, breathing heavily, fuck I want her.