Free Web NovelChapter 172: His Confession
The moment he kissed her and pulled her into himself, letting his heat seep into her body, Skyla woke up.
How much she had longed to finally sleep in his arms and now that she was comfortably nestled in them, she couldn’t help but snuggle into his touch.
This was haven, her haven and he was her saviour. Without his support and push, she would have never been able to escape the clutches of that evil man.
Skyla turned in his hold so she could face him. Not wanting the opportunity to pass of seeing his face again. She didn’t feel like sleeping anymore.
Sleeping meant morning and morning meant he would be departing and hiding that aesthetically gorgeous face again. She hadn’t gotten enough of it, she could never get enough of him.
Zyair was slightly surprised to find her awake, as her soft hands arrested his face and her thumb stroked the scar on his chin.
"Did I wake you?" He questioned, his naughty lips puckering into a smile.
"I don’t want to sleep, just want to be in your arms." She shuffled even further into his heat.
"You are, I am not going anywhere," his hands slid inside her shirt and began to gently stroke her back.
Everytime he touched her back, he was reminded of the pictures he had seen of it littered with bruises. They were a few days old and he wondered how deep her wounds must have been when they were fresh and how much they hurt her at that time.
"Can I ask you a question?" Her question brought his attention back to her Her wet lips rested on his collarbone, sending a quaver of excitement through his body.
"Of course!" His lips adorably rested on her forehead.
"When did you get that gorgeous tattoo on your back?" Skyla’s hands crept up on his chest and began to draw slow circles on it. She could feel all the contours, dips and ridges of his perfectly toned body. It did make her mouth water, she wanted to lick him.
"A few years ago, to commemorate this pendant you gave me. Do you like it?"
She nodded at his question, soaking in the breezy sea salt smell emanating from his freshened body.
"I love it, it’s very beautiful and the art draws you in."
"That makes me a content man." His meaty lips left a lingering kiss on her forehead. She hesitated before asking the next question.
"A–and the scars on your face..."
Zyair’s body slightly tensed at the question but he had promised himself he wouldn’t clamp up with her. Would share everything related to his life.
"Do they bother you?" His index finger bent into a loop and he placed it under her chin lifting it so her minty timid orbs would stare into his larger-than-life sapphire ones.
"Yes, because I wish to hurt the person who gave them to you," she spoke her truth and this time there was no shyness or reluctance that could be traced in her eyes or her voice. It was almost savage.
Her head lifted and her lips rested on the scar on his chin, kissing it with a fervour that transcended lust. This was purely the love she held for him. The love she yet herself needed to understand.
Strings of Zyair’s heart couldn’t help but be touched and create a beautiful peaceful symphony which strung both of them together.
"You don’t have to worry about that, my love. I took care of him. He will never hurt another child or anyone on that matter."
A glint of darkness coated Zyair’s mesmerising eyes but before Skyla could latch onto that ominous feeling that emanated from him, he hid it deep below where he kept the darkness, away from her. She was too innocent and pure to see that side of him. It was reserved only for the people who wronged him and her.
"I am proud of you, Zyair. Such people should be locked up forever." Skyla didn’t know what he did to that person but deep in her heart she knew nothing good.
And she was content. When evil people are left to reign supreme the balance always tilts. Sometimes drastic measures are needed to restore that balance.
"I know, dearest. I know."
"Will we ever be normal?" She asked with a heavy heart.
"Normal is overrated, what we will be is healed. It will take time but one step at a time and we will get there." His reassurance weaved through her like a gentle breeze. She couldn’t help but smile.
"As long as you are with me. I don’t care about anything else," she told him, nuzzling into his neck, letting his intoxicating scent soothe her.
"That’s as long as I breathe and I plan to celebrate my hundredth birthday with you so that’s a lot of years. Be prepared to entertain a grumpy old man," he teased with a masculine chuckle, the sound never failing to seep into her bones and comfort her.
But then she was reminded of something. Zyair had never been married and maybe he wished for that relationship. Skyla on the other hand was just escaping a horrendous marriage and she never wanted to tie the knot again. Marriage was forever ruined for her. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
So the thought tensed her. Would he be disappointed if he knew she no longer believed in a marriage?
Eventually, he would want kids too. But will society accept them if they go and have kids without getting married? Will society ever approve of their relationship?
Zyair was closely watching her and could sense something had troubled her.
"Penny for your thoughts my lady," he swiped his thumb on her temple trying to get her attention. Skyla had no clue how to talk to him about such a topic, but she had to try.
"Umm, Zyair where do we stand with each other? I know we are beyond labels on this sacred relationship we share but still."
She asked, lifting her orbs and falling right into his captivating ones. They shone with such intensity that she couldn’t help but be lost. Zyair understood her insecurities and also how all this was new to her. It was all very new to him too. He had never been in a relationship.
"My girl. I don’t have a label for this. But whatever you want me to be I will be. And whatever you don’t want me to be I will try not to be. If you want me as a boyfriend, then we can officially start dating. All I know is I am madly and deeply in love with this girl with fiery hair and soothing eyes. The girl who is in my arms right now. The girl whose name is Skyla."
Her eyes widened so broad but all they contained was him and his truth. The beatings of her heart sped up abnormally as his words surged through her and turned her insides to mush. Her breathing ceased, and her brain refused to function beyond anything but those words. Those cute cheeks of hers were flustered beyond words.
No one had ever told her these words and the meaning they held was extremely profound for her.
Love was this fleeting feeling that made one’s skin tingle.
Love was this raw emotion that perforated the soul.
This zephyr that seeped into your pores and made you feel alive.
That spark that ignited your heart like a live wire so one could feel every word, every gesture, every emotion.
And here this man wasn’t even hesitant to bear his heart open for her without any fear. freēwēbnovel.com
Did he trust her so much to accept and guard his heart?
"I—I...," The struggle was so real to form words, she didn’t know what to say. Her throat ached, there was this big lump wedged inside it.
He watched her with such tender-filled and yet amused eyes, seeing her struggle with words so he enveloped her angelic face in his large hands.
"You don’t have to say it back. I know you are not ready, take all the time you need. I will wait for you when you will willingly say it back and not because I said so."
His words liberated her and she knew this relationship with him would not be forced. She wouldn’t be obligated to do or say things. She could be herself, move at her own pace.
"Thank you! For understanding." She shifted his hand to her lips and placed a tender kiss on the inside of his palm. Her show of affection for him.
He caressed her forehead and engulfed her in a warm soothing hug, his leg crawled over her, tugging her to him.
"Sleep now, you are exhausted. We will talk in the morning," he instructed in that smooth voice of his, that never failed to stir her heart. She obeyed without reluctance and soon her light snores were the only music he would hear.
