Hell's Empire

Fawn is Mine. Ch.31

Harry's POV.

"Please get rid of your clothes."
Fawn spoke lightly. She stood naked, her head bowed and her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. My marks scattered her neck and my saliva was still visible across her collarbones.

The air was knocked out of me, God please forgive me.

"Oh fuck." I found myself cursing out loud just at the sight of her. I couldn't, and I shouldn't. If anyone was to find out about this, I couldn't take someone that isn't mine. Guilt spread through me like a burning wildfire. It made me feel as though she was still the fallen angel. She's still a fallen angel. I backed up, staring at the beautiful woman in front of me. Making a most daring move, "Do you want to explore the gardens with me.." I could show her the Waters of Souls or the Rose of Everlasting Blood.. she stared at me with a bewildered expression.

Her mouth was open and she looked confused. Oh my sweet Fawn, I want you just as much as you want me, believe me. She sat up and looked at the floor, was she disappointed?
"Fawn I'm sorry, I can't do this just yet. Edwards soul remains, his physical figure is banished and destroyed, but I'm afraid to hurt you. Please, I don't want to frighten or upset you." Who the hell was I? I was Hades, ruler of the underworld, yet I fall to my knees upon this fallen angel. I shook the feelings aside, she was the only thing I cared about. The only woman I loved. I would burn civilizations to the ground for her, I would rip millions of creatures to shreds with my own hands for her.
"I love you Fawn.." I feel to my knees in front of her body, under the spell I so much adored, she was my weakness. I couldn't lose her, I'd lose my mind. I'd be the devil I truly am without her. "Don't leave me" I muttered out, her soft hand laid on my curls and dragged across my head, down my jaw and tiled my chin up, "Never my king."

I looked up at her with hungry eyes. My king? I am your king and you... you're my queen.
I knew why she was sent here, why heaven never wanted to claim her, why the war was never declared. She was my antidote, my savior, the one to hold my lashes down. She was my everything. My queen.