Page 36 of Blazing Desires
She looks beautiful. Not that she wasn't before, but she's changed into a forest green satin skirt that hugs her hips and flows around her ankles. Her knitted top is in the same colour, the long sleeves, high neck, and fitted style emphasising the delicate lines of her figure.
As my eyes travel upwards, I see she has put a little makeup on, glossy lips and a soft smokiness to her eyes making her appear effortlessly gorgeous. Her hair is styled half up with little pieces framing her face, the colour complimented by the green of her outfit.
Apulchritudinemaemulariastra, Mea Divina. A beauty to be rivalled by the stars, My Divine.
She clears her throat, and I realise my fist is still hanging in the air, my mouth slightly open like an idiot. I lower my hand and step back to give her room to exit. She still won't look at me.
“You look de?—"
“I'm ready.”
She cuts me off as she moves over to the door, stopping me from immediately slipping back to how we were before. I turn and head over to it where she has left me enough room to open it and do my sweep without having to ask her. I see the cute little green bow placed on top of where her hair is pulled back, and I want to undo the ribbon, pulling the silky fabric undone and using it to bind her wrists as I explore every inch of her body and drive her fucking crazy.
Anger pulses through me, hot and sharp, at the thought of the others getting to see her like this. If they are thinking anything like I am, it's enough to make me murderous.
"Wait."
My command is gruff as I open the door slightly to scope out the hall. Noel is nowhere to be seen. In fact, there’s nobody in the hall, and that pisses me off further.
What the fuck?
Opening the door wider, I step out and listen for any sounds. You can hear a pin drop, and it’s clear there’s nobody on this floor. I'll fucking kill them all for leaving her unprotected. I'll get her to dinner on my own.
“Let's fucking go.”
I hear the sharpness in my tone, the anger, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. She flinches. It's small and if I wasn't studying her so intently to make sure nothing had happened in the time I took to step into the hall, I'd have missed it.
It stokes my rage that I’m taking my anger out on her, which is fucking unfair, but I can’t calm myself. If I stop and think about this situation, I’ll drag her away from here kicking and screaming to save her, and that means my plan fails. I wave her out when she doesn't move until she is standing in the hall with me, I slam her door closed and lock it.
“Move.”
She’s walking a step behind me as we make our way to the sunroom in complete silence. The suntombwould be a more appropriate name, though, from the way this feels.
Chapter 15
Breathe
Davina
I'm not a fucking dog.
I want to scream so loud that it echoes off the silent walls as we walk through the empty hall. The need to release my emotions is all I can think of, so it takes me a moment to clock there is nobody out here with us.
Strange.
I usually always have Noel waiting outside my room, unfortunately for me. I don't voice the question in my mind of where everybody has gone, but my heart pounds with anxiety at the unusualness of it all. I continue following Blaze, using his sure steps to breathe in tandem.
In one, two, three, four.
Out, two, three, four.
Has something happened? A break-in? Is my father hurt? One can only fucking dream.
My thoughts spiral as we make it to the staircase leading us to the ground floor. The gold railing sweeps down with the steps as the black marble with gold veins glistens in the chandelier lights.
While I always disliked how my mother decorated the house, I loved her for picking something Dad hated. She was obsessedwith the era and part of me always wondered if it was a way to get back at my father on purpose, although I’m surprised he hadn't redecorated it at the first opportunity.
There’s nothing wrong with the style per se—it just feels too in your face. Everything has to sparkle and gleam, and there are so many patterns that it feels noisy and loud. I’m much more comfortable with soft and cosy, textures I can sink into and snuggle up in like a warm hug.
