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“What are you thinking about, witch?”
The words drip from his mouth, the corner of his lips quirked in that aggravating smirk he so often wore—like a prized accessory he was particularly fond of.
But, for once, you didn’t catch his expression, the knowing glint in his crimson eyes, the lewd edge to his tone. Your mind was foggy with a thick cloud of heady awe, breath catching at the mere sight of him. Droplets of water, like fine pearlescent beads, trail in thin rivulets down the peaks and valleys of his muscles, pooling at the white linen towel draped around his waist. (The one he wears begrudgingly out of obligation to your human sense of modesty.) A handful of scars tear through the expanse of his skin. They look delicate despite their gruesome context. Something scaly brushes past your ankle, slick and almost soft, and you flinch. Your gaze meets his and, for once, you find you’re rendered truly speechless by him. You realize with a rapidly beating heart that the creature standing before you is truly…
Something in his gaze shifts, the corners of his sharp eyes softening ever so slightly.
“Now now, sorceress. Staring is rude.”
Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you blink a few times, averting your gaze in an attempt to calm the quivering butterflies in your stomach.
Sharp claws dance across your skin, yet they make no move to pierce or mar. He’s taking his time, inch by inch, as if inspecting you, no, reveling in you. You hadn’t even heard him as he moved closer, but your body had certainly felt him. Daring to glance upwards, you catch his carmine gaze and your breath hitches at the intensity you find. He lets out a curt chuckle, tilting his head as if scrutinizing you with those sharp reptilian eyes.
“You’re unusually quiet,” He drawls, lifting your chin with a clawed finger. His face is too close, hot breath mingling with yours. “Is there…anything on your mind? You can tell me, you know. You seem…troubled.” That familiar condescending timbre oozes past his lips, but there’s a hint of curiosity there too, as if he’s unnerved by your sudden fixation on his appearance. He reaches up with his other hand to brush a thumb across your forehead, right between your eyebrows, furrowed in your stupor. “You’re so…hmmm…tense.”
Tense? Maybe. But overwhelmed is a far better word for how you feel right now.
Is that steam rising in wispy coils from his skin? Is that why your mind is foggy? Why your face is flushed with a new kind of heat? Is that why your insides are bubbling?
“Did you lose your tongue?” His voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts. Your gaze meets his from where it had wandered down his figure, and you’re almost startled to find a trace of worry in his eyes, though it’s gone just as quickly as you’d seen it appear. “Use your words, kitten.”
You blink as you stare up at him. An enraptured little lynx, mesmerized by the panther in her wake. If you only knew how tightly you held him in your clutches, how much power you truly had over a devilish beast like him. If only you knew how his heart beat with the ferocious pride of knowing you were bound to him in scarlet tendrils of threaded fate. His little sorceress. His destiny.
“You’re beautiful. That’s all.” You finally say, a jolt to your voice that betrays the terrifying way a searing warmth has quickly licked its way through your insides.
Turning away, you busy yourself with the task at hand: creating a salve for the various surface wounds he will undoubtedly collect while scavenging beyond the castle. Deft fingers move with meticulous precision, measuring and sprinkling with an expertise you’re quite proud of.
Meanwhile, your fiend is silent, perhaps for the first time in his forsaken life. Little do you know, his tail has gone rigid, wings twitching in tight little movements. His breath catches in his throat. He swallows down a cloud of smoke, snuffing the fire within.
If he is the beautiful one, then it is you who is truly exquisite.
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