"And just how far," His voice deepened and his face lowered to mine, "are you willing to go to save him?"
My eyes widened as I saw his eyes centre on my lips.
No!
Mortified, my head snapped away from him.
"Not very far then," He growled and with strength I knew he was capable of, he grabbed my arm pulled me out of his way almost throwing me to the floor.
"Wait!" desperate once again my body moved before my mind could think, grabbing his arm and pulling him as hard as I could towards me - but with his power, he probably let me.
I couldn't let him go. No matter my feelings, my pride or my promises. I just couldn't.
So before, I let him turn an inch away, my hand reached behind his neck and throwing myself forward-
I pressed my lips to his.
♞
Ivette returns to her childhood village to take care of her grandmother who has fallen ill, all the while she must keep her hood down and do anything but draw attention to herself - this is proven difficult when she catches the attention of a certain hunter.
A hunter destined to slay her. . .
The question remains: how will he react when he discovers her secret...?
(mature chapters are labelled with a star **)
Hope you enjoy!!
When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge,
The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache,
Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find,
And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew.
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He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion.
The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away.
As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly.
His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity.
He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity.
Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.