He adjusted his grey sweats and unconsciously nibbled on his lips. This little nymph.
Amara hadn’t painted a portrait before. So, in a hurry to hide her embarrassment, she grabbed the first paint her hands could land on.
She opened the lid without giving much thought dipped the brush and slid it across the canvas. Her eyes widened as the streak of red emerged on the canvas. Swallowing hard her shocked eyes moved to Kaelith instinctively.
He raised his brow looking at her expressions as if she was caught in red lights.
She quickly grabbed the white paint and toned it down. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down.
What was she doing? She had to hurry if she wanted to go home early. And what if Rafael comes back earlier? The thought made her shudder and she grabbed the brush again.
She held her breath and focused on the task at hand. Convincing herself that everything would be fine. She would just glance at him for a second to get the idea and focus on painting him. She would finish it soon and go back home. She’d prepare dinner for Rafael and then she’d sneak into her room before that and pretend to sleep so that Rafael wouldn’t force her to sleep with him again.
Kaelith sat quietly, his slate-colored eyes tracing every stroke of her brush on the canvas. The soft light of the room danced on her, making her grey dress seem almost ethereal. Despite the muted color, it couldn't conceal the grace that wrapped around her like a second skin.
He couldn't help but be captivated by the contrast– the dress's simplicity against her complex beauty.
His eyes slowly raked down her body to her slender neck covered with the collar of the dress. The femininity in her tempted his manliness.
Kaelith did not care about the portrait. He just wanted her close to him. In any form or any lie. His heart would always belong to her till his last breaths.
Amara felt the weight of his intense gaze as if his eyes were a magnetic force pulling at the edges of her awareness.
The penetrating stare seemed to cut through the air, reaching deep into her soul. Despite her attempts to ignore him, the magnetic pull persisted, a silent invitation she couldn't entirely resist. There was a subtle dance of paradoxes.
The sun outside slowly started moving west. Yet Kaelith remained seated in his place, not even moving.
The whispers of her heartbeat resonated in his.
She had the power to make his heartbeat stop, yet his eyes held the ability to quicken her heartbeat. Whereas she was white in his grey world, he was grey in her already dark world.
There was joy in every moment she was with him. Her presence had made him addicted to her. With her, he wondered if the drugs could compare with the intoxication, he felt looking at her.
In his eyes, anyone could see the deep intensity and obsession. The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to save her from the world and lock her in a cage of his own.
His eyes slowly raked down lower to the curve of her waist he wanted to wrap his arms around her to feel her against him. To mold her like clay and twist her into a shape that was beyond anyone’s imagination.
The light was setting and Amara still hadn’t finished the portrait. Kaelith leaned back and licked his lips. He was looking at her when he noticed some small blue-red marks peeking through the collar of her blouse. Frowning he tilted his head to the side and thinned his brows.
When he realized what they were, his hooded eyes darkened, jaw clenched tight and apossessive beast growled inside him.
Amara stiffened when the aura suddenly changed. She looked up at him and immediately stopped. A scream torefrom her mouth as she watched Kaelith storming in her direction.
Beforeshecouldtakeastepback,hegrippedherarmpulledherfragilebodyagainsthisandgripped her neck tilting her head to the side.
“Who did this?” He growled animalistically.
CHAPTER 35
Amara panicked.“Kaelith!”
HisgriponAmaraintensified,hisfingerstighteninglikeavice,asheforcefullyhandledher, leaving her trapped and powerless in his grasp.
“You’re hurting me!” Panic surged through Amara as the brush slipped from her fingers, its descent to the carpet marked by the ruinous trail of white staining its pristine surface.
Kaelith clenched his jaw and looked down at his hand on her wrist and loosened his grip but did not let go.
“Tell me, little one. Who did this?” Gritting his teeth, his eyes ablaze with seething rage. Amara gulped, her eyes welling up with tears...“Why…why do you care?”
