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AMELIA'S P.O.V

His soft lips hovered over my collarbone, making my stomach flip back and forth. He placed a soft kiss and continued trailing butterfly kisses on the hollow of my neck. My grip on his shirt tightened and his lips found mine again. Our lips mingled perfectly. Made to be connected. He pulled back a little, our nose still touching.

"I think I am in love." He breathed out, his one hand snaked around my waist and other gripped my neck firmly, "I did a lot of reading about love in books, articles and even newspapers but nothing compares to what I feel right now. Then how am I supposed to know if its love."

I smiled, "I've never seen a person so confused about love. What do you feel?"

He stared at me for a moment and cupped my face. He leaned in to kiss me again but stopped mid-action.

At that very instant, I felt my life had taken a new turn, all the filthy, gruesome past mistakes vanished in the thin air, he kissed the corner of my mouth entangling his fingers in my hair and tugging them a bit,

"Complete. I feel complete." He said against my lips.

"Isn't it love, which makes you feel complete?" I played with the hem of his shirt. He was so confused that he was making me even uncertain about my feelings. I never thought that it could be this difficult to explain love to someone.

What is love?

Just a word but a whole load of feelings which you can't put your finger on.

You always make mistake in recognizing the true feelings. In recognizing love. Sometimes, it feels like a shadow, which creeps into your life, making it perfect. But shadows are temporary, they don't remain in your life forever. And so does love. But it comes back. Shadows do come back. They never leave you for good. And that's the only hope.

"Is it, then?" He asked again nibbling on my earlobe.

A light chuckle left my lips, "Yes it is. It is love."

His face brightened as if he was looking for something important and finally found it. As if he was looking for his shadow and finally found it.

He pressed his lips against mine, pulling me over his lap in the process. I was straddling him now. His hand roamed on my back feeling every inch of me. I couldn't move. I was still. I wasn't afraid but worried. Worried about what I was feeling now. I have been with numerous men. Many men have touched me, but what I feel right now is totally different. His touch makes me feel like untouched. His presence brings me back, the part of the dignity, I lost a long time ago.

"Why are you crying?" He asked wiping the lone tear that escaped my eye.

"Because I got what I wanted." I whispered.

"You wanted me?" He whispered back.

"Always."

He smiled and kissed me again and soon enough he was up with me straddling his waist. He walked towards the staircase not leaving my lips for a mere second. He went inside his room and closed the door with his foot. I was breathing hard.

"How do you do this?!" I asked in wonder.

"What?" His voice was rugged. Restless.

"Kiss! You can kiss for two minutes. Continuous! Are you human?" He shook his head at me and practically threw me on the bed.

He adjusted himself between my legs and then leaned down to place soft kisses on my shoulder. A shameless moan left my mouth and that was all to make my world crash down again. My heart constricted as all the memories flooded back to me. These were the same moans, which turned other men on. The same moans I breathed out under other men's touch. I was embarrassed on my own voice. My ownself. I wasn't good for this man. He was pure. Clean. And here I was, hollow and unpure. I didn't deserve him. He deserved someone better. Somone other than me.

I didn't realize I was pushing him away. He frowned, "What is it?" He resisted at first but eventually pulled back. I stared at him for a second. Looking for any sign which resembled to me. Any sign which would allow me to be his. But no. Nada. Zilch.

I was right. I didn't deserve him at all.

"I know what you're thinking. Look at me." He whispered palming my cheek, "I don't care about your past. You hear me? I don't care about your past. I just care about mine. Because my past was you. Whatever you did wasn't your mistake. You have every right to live your life like you want. That life, your past, wasn't what you chose for yourself. People chose it for you. Now its your turn. Turn to choose. Me or your past?"

I couldn't help the tears escaping my eyes and he couldn't help his thumb caressing my cheek wiping those tears away.

An angel in disguise.

No matter how much he tries to act hard but he always loses to his tender heart. He was an angel, for me, under the disguise of devil. He was a hero without cape. He was a King without crown. He was my everything. Then why wouldn't I choose him. In fact, I had nothing to choose in between. It was always him. Its me who he wants then why shouldn't I feel proud. He wants me even after seeing my all filthy sides. Then why wouldn't I choose him.

"You. Always." I whispered back. And his kissed my tears away.

"I love you, Amelia." His head rested against mine.

"I love you too, Alarick."

He claimed my lips again sealing our promise. A promise to be with each other. A promise to have each other.

He pulled me out of my clothes leaving me in my undergarments and I did the same. We were now close. Skin on skin.

His eyes sparkled in the dimmed lights and he shamelessly oogled at me. He took a sharp intake and then he pulled his shirt off giving me good sight of what I always wanted to see. His carved packs and chiseled chest stared at me. And unintentionally, I raised my brows, turning my lips downwards in awe. He chuckled, "You and your expressions, overwhelm me." His fingers brushed over my bare skin and tingles ran along.

"Oh" I breathed out and at the same time his eyes snapped to mine.

His eyes darken and I gasped when he claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed over my body driving me on the edge. His hands found the clasp of my bra and in a flash, my bra was in another corner. My nìpples arched wanting his attention. He pulled back a little and stared at me. "You're beautiful." He whispered and cupped one of my breast. My back arched on the touch. He descended and took the other in his mouth. A moan resonated around the room as he kept sucking on the sensitive bud.

His other hand slid along the length of my body towards my lower half, the part of my body craving for his attention all the while his tongue swirling around my strained nìpples. His hand hovered over my panties and I gasped when I felt his fingers twisting the panties. He took them off like a pro, not leaving my breast once. He kissed my collarbone trailing tantilizing kisses on the swell of my breast. He was hovering over me, kissing the life out of me. I felt his fingers applying steady pressure over my clìtoris. I moan out load when he entered a finger inside me. The pleasure indescribable, the pain, well, it did hurt due to the intrusion but the pleasure was overwhelming.

Sucking on a particular spot, making me moan into his hair. His hair were as soft as silk. I ran my fingers through them, and lightly carressed his back making him shiver at my touch. He entered another finger inside me and began moving at a steady pace. In and out, in and out, in and out. I had to bite my tongue to keep me from screaming out loud due to the pressure building inside me. This feeling was nothing I had ever felt before. The feeling was rich, true I guess.

I jerked against his fingers, close to my climax. I was only a second away when he removed his fingers, leaving me panting. I frowned at him and he returned back a smirk. He removed his fingers and licked them clean. So sensously, that I wanted to come right there and then. Then suddenly his face reached nearer to my spot. His warm breath tickled my slick folds.

"Alarick.." I whispered and then it happened. His tongue slid along my wet folds making me feel on clouds. I wasn't a virgin but whatever he was doing was never done to me before. Trust me, I was a tongue-on-my-vagina virgin. He kept sucking and biting over the most sensitive part of my body and I moaned out loud not caring if anyone would hear me. I reached my climax and burst like a volcano or like a sex deprieved woman. I was panting hard. Alarick licked me clean all the while saying something in a language I didn't recognize.

"You taste divine Amelia, you're beautiful, and the best part is, you're mine. I promise you'll never cry again. " Alarick said softly and bit on my earlobe.

"Please.." I moaned clutching his hair in almost painful grip.

"Please what, Rose?" He said against my core and another moan resonated in my throat.

"Please take me..."I whispered and that was all for him to to it. He entered me with a single thrust and my back arched at his swiftness. He paused for a moment to make me adjust to his size. He then pulled back a little and thrusted again holding my hands above my head keeping me in place.

"Oh Alarick..." I moaned out. He increased his pace, thrusting into me even harder.

He lowered himself and moulded our lips together. I was quick to respond. I'm sure my moan was music to his ears. He kissed me again as if claiming me as his, marking me. Telling the world I was his.

He increased his pace. We both were approaching our climax. With one last thrust, he hit my G spot and I clenched around him hard, drifting into the state of pure euphoria. And a few thrusts later he followed with a gutteral moan, sending his hot seed inside me. This was it. He marked me. I was his and he was mine.We both were panting hard. He looked right into my eyes with an emotion I couldn't put my finger on. He pecked on my lips. Still hovering over me he whipered,

"I love you, Rose. I love you so much."

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