The Ðemon's Slave (Complete)

chapter 14

Hello beautiful, I have been very busy lately with work and a weekend trip but I think I'm going to be even more busy when I start my university classes in exactly a week!

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Bliss pov

"It's beautiful" I whisper my breath catching. He is acting very differently today, I love it. No pain yet and no suffering. As I stare and marvel at the room, he lets go of my hand and goes to the middle of the room where there are a few cushions on the soft looking green ground.

There's a tree to left of each of the cushions. He sits on the biggest on in the center and watches me. With a movement of his hand he offers me a seat. I go to the seat and sit down a soft cushion and the room envelops my senses. Even though it's a small room it's full of greenery and life.

After I'm finished admiring the room I noticed that he's looking at me. I turn my head to look at him then to the area around where I'm sitting. I'm trying to see is there something to come like vines coming around me and tapping me in the space or if something alive will try to strangle me. But neither of these things happen.

He just looks at me and we sit in silence for a couple minutes, I vaguely notice a sound behind me. I turn to see were the sound is coming from, in the corner of the room I see a little waterfall trickling down the side of the wall.

He looks at me and says, "this is where I go to be quiet and to enjoy something living with no taint of death or destruction. This room will always look exactly like this unless I change it, the flowers will never die, the waterfall will never run dry, and the leaves will never turn a different color."

I nod in appreciation to this room's beauty. I can understand why someone would want to get away from all the death and torcher of this world. We just sit and listen to the sounds watch the flowers and trees move slightly from a little bit of wind.

I vaguely noticed that we are holding hands while sitting but the warmth is comforting to me. I haven't felt much warmth in hell that has not been fire or painful. The warmth of another person feel so nice and comforting I could sink into his warmth and be happy. After some time pass I look at him and study his face as he marvels at the beauty of the room.

His face is slack and his muscles usually tight with stress or anticipation are loose and relaxed. He just watches the breathtaking scenery around him. His face although always looking stunning looks almost angelic with his black wings behind him and his face looking so peaceful he could almost be asleep except for his eyes being open and bright with feeling.

I don't notice but I stare at him a little longer than I should have, he turns to look at me and we stare at each other both examining the others face. From the look on his face and my face mirrored in his eyes I can tell both are enthralled by what we see. But why would he be enthralled by me? I am just a dead girl in hell.

I feel myself inching towards him and him inching towards me and then we just stare into each other's eyes being compelled to lean closer together. It's like there's a cord connecting us and is tightening and making us go closer and closer together without our knowledge or our actions being taking into consideration.

We stop centimeters in front of each other's face. I can smell him, the spicy and masculine scent. His breath fans my face washing over me with slight warmth in his breath. The warmth radiates off him enveloping my whole body in a calm and nice warm.

His eyes look down to my noes then my lips and then they slowly rake back to my eyes I can't help but do the same as we slowly inch even closer. Then like we've been hit we blink and shake our heads in unison and pull back. What is happening to both of us? It's like we can't escape a physical reaction.

He quickly looks away from me and coughs then says, "we should head back to work." I nod my head staring at my hand in confusion, it goes up to my face my fingers lightly trail over my lips absent-mindedly. He's slowly stands up and because our fingers are still interconnected he pulls my hand with him causing me to hurriedly stand up.

He starts walking us back through all the winding tunnels and staircases back to his room. The Secret tunnel opened again and we walked back to our desks and detaching our hands. I continue copying and he continues going over documents. I sometimes look over at him to take a quick look and sometimes I catch him staring at me.

It seems that we both are distracted by one another, I wish I knew where the clock was so I could know when we're going to go home, and I could hide in my room and blush. Oh wait, I'm sleeping in his room. Then this tension will last all night, I can't help but want him to do what he did last night.

I felt so hot and I had a need for him, when we were grinding against each other it felt so good and right. I don't know why I'm feeling like this but I want him to do more and I want to kiss him. I want to feel his body against mine, skin to skin and his hands all over me.

Why do I feel like this? Why do I want him so badly? Have I ever felt this before? Has he? I have so many questions and no answers. But I know whatever happens next I want him and not in a superficial way. It's as if my body needs him to be with me, to hold me, touch me, and to kiss me with such passion my lips are swollen the next day.

I honestly don't know what's happening to me. I'm getting so warm just thinking about it, what happened last night and what might happen when we get home tonight. I try my best to focus on my work that he is just so distracting eventually start to leave and he puts the chain on my neck lightly brushing my skin and making me shiver. We take the short but exerting walk home.

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