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Lorena Eliakim
Sahem made me keep my word about going back to Egypt. I was reluctant to leave him because everytime I did, something bad happened and the same with me. We were each others' saviors in that aspect- we always had each others' back no matter what happened. Whether we loved or hated each other, we always came through for one another.
Speaking of hatred, I was still angry at my mother for what she did to Sahem. This was another reason why I was not so keen on the idea of leaving Sahem. She threatened and tortured Sahem. For that, I cannot trust her with the person I trust the most. But the most important reason why I dreaded leaving him is because he had to go off to war. His kingdom is in need of his help again and it calls for the undivided attention of the general. I know I should be encouraging him to leave and fight- to not be a coward- as we call it. However, I find myself wanting to get down on my knees and beg him not to go. I want to beg him to run away with me far away from my murderous father, and his impending duty. But I know if he does that, he can be accused of treason and sentenced to exile or worse, death.
Sahem never let me leave the palace. He was too afraid that if I left someone would magically kill me. I didn't want him to spend his last hours arguing with me to stay inside so I granted his wish without argument. I think this bothered him because I never listened to him or his instructions. I always found a way to argue with him. It was a defence mechanism in the times where I did not want to show him how I felt.
So, I sat in my shallow room, looking at the wall with tears falling from my eyes because this could actually be the last time with Sahem. Usually, I would look for him but I doubted he wanted to talk to me after what my mother did to him. If it were me, I would want nothing to do with the people who tortured me. Sahem was still recovering and at this point, I don't know how to approach him.
I was surprised when I turned my head towards the door of my chambers just to see him standing there in all glory. His face formed into a frown when he saw me crying. Immediately, he walked as fast as he could with his injuries, to calm me down.
"Flower, what's wrong? Stop crying," he cooed, kissing my cheek tenderly. "What is worrying that pretty head of yours?"
"I don't want you to leave," I sniffed. "What if you never come back? I know this is normal to you. Leaving to a war. But I can't lose you. I know I always made it seem like you were pursuing me but despite that, I need you. You can't die. I would rather-"
"Now, Lorena, when have I ever died on you? I always come back. I have been doing this for as long as I could remember. I can say a lot of things about my father. But one thing I can congragulate him on is his ability to turn me into a strong warrior."
"I don't doubt your ability to fight. I just want you to stay alive," I expressed, in a hopeful voice.
"Don't worry about that, I will," he said and I noticed he started to back away from me. Ever since I told him I wanted space and that I wanted to court as my mother would have me, he has tried to respect this by limiting his touches, carresses, and kisses to a minimum. However, we are in a different situation now. He could die at any moment because of the extreme danger after him. I needed to cherish every moment.
"Kiss me," I breathe out. His eyes widen because usually it is him to initiate his feelings. However, he quickly recovers and gathers me into his arms. "I want to cherish every moment with you. You could die at any moment."
"Quiet, my love. I am not leaving you," he whisphered against my lips, before kissing me. This kiss is different. It is not soft and gentle- it's rough and passionate as if he knew we would not see each other again for a long time. He grabs my hair, gripping it tightly in his hands, as he lightly tugs on it. I feel his teeth bite my lower lip and I grant him entrance to my mouth.
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Always Broken (Book 1 and 2)
Teen Fiction"Stop crying," he growled, gripping my chin in his hand. When I did not stop crying, he took his teeth and bit my neck hard, making a mark on me. I whimpered as I wiped my tears, keeping my mouth sealed. I wanted to scream but once again, I did not...
