His Little FLOWER (Lucifer's Flower) ✓

Chapter 6

"I will hold you, baby girl,
As long as it takes you,
To feel my love and safety,
In my arms."

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I woke up feeling like someone was holding my hand or murmuring something to me, but I couldn't open my eyes. After struggling for a while, I finally managed to open them, only to close them again because of the light.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, rubbing them to get a clear view. My throat felt dry. Looking around, I realized I wasn't in my bedroom. A sudden pain shot through my bandaged right hand and legs, and then I remembered everything. Everything I saw. Everything.

Panic filled me, making my eyes watery. A sob escaped my mouth, followed by other words that wouldn't come out. I wasn't wearing the same clothes as before; I was in a large T-shirt and pajamas.

I got up from the bed, only to fall immediately because of the pain. Suddenly, the room door jerked open, and heavy footsteps echoed along with my sobs. I wasn't looking for anything; I curled up in a ball, so afraid.

Whoever it was hugged me gently yet tightly. Something like a current spread through my whole body, but I wasn't in my senses. I knew I should come out of this person's hold, but I needed comfort. I needed someone to hold me.

That person held me close to their strong, hard, yet warm chest. One hand was on my hair, and the other was around my back, running up and down. A profound voice whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

A warm feeling spread through my whole body. An addictive fragrance of cologne filled my nostrils, and a fast-beating heart helped me to calm down. I felt safe, secure... home? In this stranger's arms. That person held me so gently, as if afraid I might break, rocking me back and forth.

"Shh, it's alright. You are safe. I'm here. I will keep you safe. Calm down, my little flower." A deep, husky yet tender voice cooed in my ear.

After I felt calmer, I nodded against his chest and tried to lift my head from the warm chest to peek at the stranger. He let me but didn't let go completely, just giving me space to look at him.

My eyes met the same green eyes through long lashes, filled with fear, worry, and adoration.

"Are you okay, little flower?" His worried, deep, and tender voice did something to my stomach, especially with that endearment. I snapped out of this weird sensation as his long, slender fingers wiped away my tears. Then I saw his face, and my breath hitched in my throat.

He had dark brown hair, lighter than mine, set back neatly with a few strands falling over his captivating green-blue eyes, which I noticed now, staring at me intensely. His long nose, high cheekbones, sharp angular jawline, and five o'clock shadow made his light tan skin and plump lips stand out. He was breathtaking, looking like a god himself. Then I realized I wasn't sitting on the cold floor anymore but in this handsome stranger's lap.

"Flower?" I heard his low voice again, but this time I noticed the raw power in his voice, which sent shivers down my spine. His voice sounded somewhat familiar, snapping me out of my dreamland.

He gazes down at me with those mesmerizing green-blue eyes, each looking piercing as if trying to uncover my every secret. His hand never ceases its gentle caress through my hair.

I nod and look down, unable to withstand his intense stare, acutely aware that I'm still perched on his lap. The realization makes my cheeks flush crimson.

Attempting to free myself from his embrace, he only tightens his hold—not painfully, but firmly, pinning me gently in place. Confused, I look up at him. Suddenly, he stands, lifting me effortlessly in his strong, warm arms. A gasp escapes my lips, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck. He lays me down on a soft bed.