50 A demon's memories 3

A gentle touch woke Pamela from her short sleep, not remembering how did she fall to it in the first place, she adjusted her eyes to recognize the person laying next to her in the faint light, taken back she sat up scared of the man, the memory of their wedding night still fresh in her memory, she started shivering silently as she cast her gaze to the gown she was still wearing not wanting to meet the man's eyes, he was wearing dark pants and a white shirt that showed a good portion of his firm chest, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled... the gentle fingers that woke her up reached back to touch her cheeks, a faint smell of alcohol in them, he drink but not to the point of being drunk, only to the point of being slightly braver and more opened, he sat up as well, her face still in his grip titling it so she would look up at him, his voice came as whispers when he said "Pardon me, love, for waking you up, you just looked so beautiful, like a rare rose inviting me to touch it"

'How drunk is he?' was the first thought that passed through Pamela's head, or maybe she was drunk and dreaming, anything sounded more believable than the words her icy husband just uttered, giving a questioning look he smiled at her and kept caressing her face gently, he was not kidding, she looked incredibly beautiful, he always found her to be, but never showed it, never gave her a thing but the cold shoulder, but what else could he do, his nature was not something that endured the flow of emotions so he engulfed himself in layers and layers of ice, but tonight, she reminded him of the girl she was four years ago, her beauty shining purely from within,the night were he had violated her, remembering that his fingers froze with guilt, he had hurt his beautiful flower, so bad that now she is shivering from him, even after so long she still remembers what happened...

"Forgive me, love, for everything that happened so far, for being such an unworthy husband of you, i should've have treasured you... " he said this remembering the looks other men have been pouring on her all the night, even with the presence of queen Katherina who was considered the beauty of the realm, his little flower managed to overshine it with her own light, one who is like the moon's, peaceful and pure, to him she was like fresh air in his smoky life, he didn't realize it when did she start meaning that much to him, he held demon blood, his mother was a demon played his father like a doll, obtaining more power and wealth in the humans realm, being the only one to inhirit her cursed bloodline, he kept his emotions under control not allowing any to spill or show, not risking waking up the demon inside him, he was cold to everyone, himself, his ex wife who run away with another man than came back to only kill herself in her chamber, his two sons from her who were not truly his as he found out but his deceased wife's lover's.. everyone, but infront of this little one, it was hard.. very hard that he was barely keeping himself from having her again, but he knew if he did so his flower would break into nothing, there was also that need of feeding on her blood, a basic instinct of killing, only if she knew how much agony she put him through just by being close, he laughed at himself, and here she is now sitting silently next to him, anxiously staring, her hands shivering and her heart throbbing, placing both his hands on the sides of her face, he murmured right infront of her lips to not be afraid, his lips first pecked her shivering soft ones, she froze at the unexpected action, was her icy stone like husband kissing her?

"Breathe, love" she heard him telling her while his lips were still on hers, bringing her back from her shock and amazement, she inhaled using her mouth, giving him an entry to it, deepening the kiss slowly and gently, feeling her body starting to relax and respond back, shyly trying to keep up with him, he made her lay back on the mattress carefully before getting on top of her, touching her delicately as if she would break at the smallest pressure, breaking the kiss and pulling back he called her name sweetly, his eyes asking her for permission, she gulped before rising up to where he was, holding his face in her palms to kiss him on his lips, giving him the answer he wanted...