Mated Pairs

To Beautiful (-Chapter 2-)

        Picture of dantes eye color above^^^    

~Clarissa pov~

I awake in a soft bed.
It's so warm and, I'm so comfortable. I don't care where I am, right now.
I just want to lose myself, in the soft warmth around me.
I snuggle deep in the covers.
It must have looked like I was trying to burrow myself, hiding from reality.

"Wake up, my love." A smooth male voice says.
      I freeze.
A familiar hand trails up the side of my face, shooting shock waves onto my skin.
I slowly move my gaze out from under the covers,
taking in the unfamiliar room around me, the walls were painted gray.
The ceiling produced a silver chandelier.
Black intables sat on either side of the oversized bed,
Seemingly larger than a king size.
It was a canopy style bed with deep red curtains that fell on either side of the bed, with equally dark silk sheets, half covered by a black comforter.
A black dresser sat in the far corner
Three doors existing,
to the left a closed black door, in front of me was a slightly a jarred door,
showing a bathroom.
To my right was a sliding glass door, onto a stained wooden porch.

My eyes snap back to the man sitting in front of me.
Deep golden eyes that are mesmerizing.
I stare deep into his eyes.
The eyes of my kidnapper.
Without the mask, I could see his sharp cheekbones the slope of his plump pink lips,
light freckles spread across his nose.
A silver hoop producing from his bottom lip, his hair showers around him straight as an arrow.
I reach out,
feeling a pull towards him,
I laid my hand against his chest.

The humming sensation over came me. He shudders and lightly put's his hand over mine.

Suddenly there was a large wave of lust that over came me.
I jerk my hand back.
"Are you hurt?" He asks, his voice concerned.
I was fine, just a little freaked out, I can feel my heart beating faster.
"No" I whisper, hearing my own voice.
I sound awful, my voice hoarse.

"You must be a little down under the weather lo-" he begins to speak but I interrupt.
"Why did you take me? What did I do? Are you gonna kill me?"
Bombarding questions left and right.
I needed answers.
He quiets me with a light finger to my lips.
"My little one, I took you because, you belong with us of course, I'm not gonna kill you. You're my-" he cuts off looking irritated.
He begins to speak again. He slips off the bed,
"Little one, the maids will prepare you with a bath and clothes,
I will be waiting to answer your questions to the best of my abilities." He says and bends down to kiss my cheek.
I blush hard and look away.

He leaves

I am at a loss for words.
I wait for the maid's to come escort me.

What's his name?