Blackheart

.IV.

I was awakened by the rays of sunlight shining through the glass double doors leading to the balcony. I wanted to see the early morning view of the forest and valley below, but was stopped by a pair of powerful, well-toned, tan arms. I tried squirming free, but was met with failure as they only drew me in closer. I turned to get a look at the beauty holding me captive. As I scanned

his face, I embedded every fine-lined detail of his features into my brain, from his thick brows to his pug-like nose and full, broad, plump lips. I turned again, and again, he squeezed me.

“Go back to sleep, little one,” he muttered. I glowered at the man who held me captive. I hated it. I hated him; even with the knowledge behind his actions, I hated him. I shook my body and gently raised his arm as I felt a slight release, replacing it with my pillow and a note saying that I was outside enjoying the dew. As I reached the balcony, I had been so mesmerized by the view

that I had not heard Atto get up. It wasn’t until he had placed his hands around my waist and kissed me that I noticed him.

“Enjoying the view, little one?” he asked. I nodded. I turned around and pecked his lips. Why did I do that? I couldn't tell, but it made Ivory very happy. He picked me up and walked back into the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and took out a notepad and a pen for me. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he sighed. I hesitated, then nodded, slowly. He then proceeded to open and close his mouth like a guppy. “Well, I already apologized for rejecting you and all. But I never told you why I had done that,” he said, and I immediately understood.

“You see, I did it because...” I put my hand up in front of his face and scribbled on the notepad.

‘I know why.’ He looked at me, confused.

“How do you know?” he asked, to which I scribbled, ‘I read and listened to your spirit. And I know how sorry you are.’ he looked at me, tears flowing from his eyes, like a river from a mountain.

“I’m sorry!” he cried. I took him into my arms and lay down on the bed, his head resting on my

chest.

“I should have spoken to you. But my father threatened to harm you if you were my mate and I accepted you, then there was Ares saying all these bad things about you, but because I had never met you, I believed him, I mean, he is your brother, why would he lie? Right?” I took his face in my hands and wiped his tears away. He had fallen apart so easily that it was hard to believe that he had abandoned me on his own. I scribbled into the notepad that I had forgiven him. A lie, I know, but I couldn't stand to see him cry like this. The mate bond won't allow for it.

“But why? Why forgive me so easily?” he asked between pants. And I simply replied, ‘Because we are mates and it would only hurt me to not forgive you.’ he looked at me, this time, with a smile

on his face.

“Thank you,” was all he said. Before long, he stopped crying, and I heard him hum. I nudged him, and he looked up at me.

“Ash wants us to mark you,” he said, “I mean-I want to-but I don’t want to...” he was cut short by my lips crashing into his. For this, I disliked Ivory. I don't want to be bound to this fool.

"Allowing him to mark us will put us at an advantage," she said. Her reasoning, though sound, was still disliked. Our kiss was deep, long, 'passionate', and wild, our tongues lapping over one another, fighting for dominance, with me winning and taking the lead, exploring his mouth and him mine.

“I take it you want me to mark you?” he asked. I nodded, and Ivory went wild; she could not believe that I was following her little plan of allowing Atto to mark and claim us. The wild kisses drove me insane with passion. A fire erupted in my stomach and spread to my most sensitive and treasured area. As the kiss broke, we were both left breathless. Atto removed his clothes and then proceeded to tear mine away from my body, revealing my naked skin to his hungry eyes. He dove down onto my neck, biting and nibbling, driving past the point of no return. My treasure area becoming more drench by the second. Soon enough, I felt his canines extend, gliding teasingly across the skin on the crook of my neck. As he kissed it again, nibbling on the skin, he bit down into it, marking me, sealing the bond between us. There was pain, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as his tongue lapped over the wound, closing it. He looked at me with love and lust in his eyes, as we rolled over and I dragged my p***y over his shaft,

extending my canines and bit into the crook of his neck, marking him as he did me. Rolling us back over so that he was on top, he looked at me, waiting for my permission to enter. I nodded, and slowly he pushed his d**k inside. I moaned softly, biting into his shoulder. He moved slowly first, so as not to hurt me, but then picked up the pace, groaning and moaning, calling out my name

as we climaxed. With the sweat dripping from my body, I hummed the lullaby he sang to me. Understanding what I asked of him, he began to sing, and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.