Our Forbidden Love [SLOW UPDATE]

Our Forbidden Love

Dive into action and romance with these mythological creatures, but be ready to face the consequences.

"What's forbidden is always the sweetest."

Two diff'rent shafts he from his quiver draws;
One to repel desire, and one to cause.
One shaft is pointed with refulgent gold:
To bribe the love, and make the lover bold:
One blunt, and tipt with lead, whose base allay.
Provokes disdain, and drives desire away.

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His wings were nearly as tall as his body, arcing off his back like a concave reflection. Each long, narrow feather tensed and shook in his heaving fury. They slammed upwards. When they came back down in a flash of blue-silver, he was off the ground and away. It all happened so damn fast…

But I will never forget those spectacular wings of his and that silken blue gleam, more silver in the top than below. The smaller feathers blended intricately with the larger ones as they rounded the delicate, narrowing curve toward the bottom tip.

If anyone had told me sooner that he was my saviour, I'd have dug a hole right here in my room and never come out again.

©2020 by Themysticalqueen

TEASER:

I heard him walk up behind me. My body literally screamed, 'hold me!' but just when I'm about to turn around and see his smiling face, he stops me with an amused, raspy chuckle. He just know how to make my body respond to his presence without putting any actual effort - and I hate it.

He then says, “Don't turn love, this is about you, and only you.”

My heart begins to pound at the nickname he had given me. What's more amusing is that it's coming out from a cupid's mouth. Now doesn't this sound a bit ironic? I stood there, feeling a sudden blazing desire run from my heart, to my chest, and down toward my inner thighs.

I shivered as his fingers traveled from my hair to my cheeks, his actions sending a small delicious feeling within me. It took me all my willpower not to give in and make a single sound.

As if sensing my challenge, his fingers moved down to my neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly gave me the chills. His hands went from the sides of my head and down to my neck again, out to my shoulders and down to my trembling hands. He grabbed my hands gently yet firm, put them in front of me and paused. Surprisingly, I felt safe, even as he spoke no words. My heart is about to beat out of my chest when he nibbles my earlobe teasingly and presses his chest against my back possessively. Trying to inhale his addictive cologne, I close my eyes and take a very deep breath.

He kisses my shoulder, and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. Almost instinctively, I tilt my head and after his deep breath out, he bites the sensitive part there gently. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt, infact, it only makes me want more—and that's what I'm scared of.

Scared of not being able to stop. After all, he is the God of Love, isn't he?

Sure he knows how to woo a human girl effortlessly, but what of those humanly efforts we humans all seek?

Is that even possible for someone as arrogant as him?

Sensing my thoughts, he turns me around, and we are finally facing each other. He stares into my eyes and smiles mischievously when he notices my shyness—of course my nose and cheeks were obviously bright red, so were my palms. His two hands suddenly grab my left hand and he places my open palm on his heart, and he holds it there for a while—like he wants me to feel what he feels for me. Those silvery eyes of his scream extreme danger, but yet exudes love, protection, possession, authority, patience, and admiration. I couldn't help but show off my white teeth happily and he lets go of my hands with an amused laugh. With one hand, he runs his fingers through my flowing hair and gently guides my flushed face closer to his, eventually leaning me in to rest my head on his firm, protective chest. His other arm wraps around me possessively, like he is trying to make sure I won't disappear any minute from now. What he doesn't know is that I would never let go, with the hope he never lets go either.

While in that moment against his chest, I could only think about what I could do to make his heart pound like how mine does for him.

Challenge his dominating side.