Angel's POV
Who the f**k is he?
He made a cheeky smile, his gaze burning into mine in a feisty duel. His lips slightly brushed my nostril and down to my bottom lip before he bit a corner. "Dear wife, you're mine. As long as the contract binds I would fulfil my duties as a husband as your protector, lover and husband. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Perfection." I felt his arms around the perks of my shoulders, my body turning mushy controlled by the spell he has curated to trap me in.
I'm a willing servant to this spell of madness or curiosity he has awakened deep within me. A fire he can set, and only he can pull out the flames.
"Mine." He breathed. I felt his fingers run across every delicate curve on my face like a potter and his clay. His eyes not for a second
