Breathless

His form mystified into the moon light as his tranlucent skin melted. It moulded into the form of the gentle ray of sun. Glowing with the ferocity of a candle.
Gentle, tempting and sweet. But most of all selfless.
The son of a demon he called himself but I can hardly believe it to be true for behind his hard mask was veiled a form of innocence. It was the face and I knew my destiny was sealed, tied to this mystical being that stood in front of me. I was his.
Forever.
Enchanted by the breathlessness of his form. Entranced by the beauty of his heart as I walked to him, taking his hand in mine.
"Breathless"
And he smiled at me with the joy of eternity for he knew what I meant. He knew he left me breathless.
Just as he had told me the first time we met. In that same deep masculine growl that he used to say the next words to me. As if in pain and disbelief.
"Forever"
And we knew.