Devil's vow

Chapter 21: Achilles's Heel

After one week

Allac State

Russia

Ajax's eyes were drinking her all, capturing her each and every movement as she glided across the room, twirling her dress, she seemed to be unaware of the person leaning against her door.

A round silver carved mirror was proudly displaying the Strom princess' beauty as she smoothed down her dress.

Looking at the mirror, she saw him behind her, giving his genuine signature grin which made him look so stunning, her breathing stopped for a moment.

"You are really a treasure, a dangerously beautiful one at that" he turned her examning her almond eyes which were sparkling with happiness, kissing her forehead with so much affection that it warmed her heart.

"I wasn't too keen of wearing it but I guess you like it, i think I look less ugly in this" she joked but her eyes widened when she saw emotions in his eyes breaking like sparkling glass, turmoil in those turquoise green orbs- all raw for her, just for her.

"You think you are ugly because of these scars? Now let me show you how ugly you are" with that he smashed his lips to hers, batteling for dominance, no it wasn't a gentle kiss, it was a war of passion. His one hand engulfed her waist and other cupping her jaw and neck with one palm.

His tounge entered her mouth exploring her depths, kissing her like she was his last breath, pushing her towards the wall while submerging her cold presence in his warm one-  fire collided with ice.

princess of Russia's frozen world- unaware to

surely tasted like one, digging her fingers into his shoulders, the world seemed to

one strap of her dress he trailed opened mouth

out, a seiren's call to his

are little treasure" his tounge

wall. Taking off another strap down while continuing his wet kisses on her neck, his hands trailing

inch of that ambrosial body of his and see the masculine beast wither for her,

opened the back zip of her gown to her waist, her creamy flesh being exposed, the faded scars on her back seemed to

her his treasure, his goddess, his

"Who are you baby?"

"I am your woman"

the woman I will

he was death she was

...................

Rivan Castle

Russia

mythology is the deep abyss- a dungeon of torment, greif, cries and inflicting unimaginable pain on the evil souls making them suffer the same hellflames in which

a different tale, it's roots of crimes were connected to the city of Houstan in America

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