The Midnight Lover

Chapter 3: Sunrise (1)

The quiet space and warm embrace of her lover lulled Selina to a peaceful sleep. A pair of crimson eyes were still watching her intently. He was almost amused by the way her soft lips parted slightly, Yami could see her wet tongue sleeping obediently in her beautiful mouth. A small circle with regular teeth marks appeared on the red bottom lip, marking the possession of the man lying beside her.

Yami narrowed his eyes and buried his head in the hollow of his lover's shoulder. The faint scent of fresh milk mixed with ripe strawberries stimulated his sense of smell. Yami yearns to taste his lover from head to toe, to feel her seductive flavors melt on the tip of his tongue. Nothing could satisfy him more than to hold the young woman close to his chest, to let her beautiful body melt under his hot enthusiasm, to hear her beautiful voice called out his name in a frenzy.

However, Yami still loved all the moments when she was fast asleep in his arms. Her contented expression further accentuated the beautiful features of her face. It was like his gentle embrace and firm chest were the safest place in the world, allowing her to find peace in the midst of solitude.

He kept looking at her sleeping figure, like a knight guarding a sleeping princess. Yami laughed at that thought, because he was by no means a strong and gentle knight, but definitely an evil dragon in European mythology, the monster that kidn*pped the most beautiful princess in the castle and imprisoned her in his cavern glittering with gold and silver.

Yami passionately placed wet kisses on her white shoulders. He sighed softly, gently giving her loving whispers.

"You'll never know how much I love you. Even if I have you in my arms this moment, it will never be enough. Selina, be mine...mine...forever."

Time passed by the ticking of the clock hands, the night gradually receded to give way to the first sunbeams appearing on the horizon.

The sun is about to rise.

Just like Cinderella had to leave before twelve o'clock at night, Yami always left as soon as the sun came up.

The man took one last look at the girl, then tenderly kissed her forehead. His soft voice said goodbye.

"Baby, I have to go."

The smile on the girl's sleeping face suddenly broke into an annoyed frown. As soon as the man got out of bed, her small hand caught his wrist in time.

"Don't go. I don't want you to go."

Her dreamy eyes opened, a pure purple color that made the man almost drown in them. There was something like a beggar flickering across her pretty face. Selina slowly got out of bed, graceful steps leading her to the man's side. She put her arms around him, the act of expressing a wordless clinging.

Yami watched her silently, his hands resting on the smooth white skin on either side of her waist, holding the young woman before she was knocked over by her sleepy footsteps. Yami's fingers were back to their usual cold temperature, as if all the warmth from last night had vanished with the darkness of the night.

Selina shivered slightly from the chilling caresses, as his strong arms pressed her against his lap. His seductive lips pressed close to her pretty ear, leaving there breaths as cold as ice. Selina had never had such an experience in all of their time together, but she wasn't sure if she had done anything wrong, because she never woke up early in the morning, especially especially awake enough to witness the moment Yami left.

He always got out of bed at the exact same time, after all the nights they spent together, no matter how warm the blankets were or how seductive the woman in his arms was. Yami never broke that rule.

"Yami? Just this once, I want you for my day, please!"

Despite her despair, Yami would never give her the answers she wanted.

The truth was that his answer only hurt her deeply, along with pain and humiliation that no words could describe.

"Baby, she needs me."

Who is she? Oh, that's right, she's his wife. As a woman who had the right to possess him as a matter of course, not a mysterious lover like her. It was early morning, maybe she was also about to wake up in bed and wanted to give a good morning kiss to her dear husband. Selina had no right to keep him here, especially since she had him in her bed all night and hurt another woman. What the hell would she do to want to rob him of the last time his wife had left to get him?

"Oh...Oh...That's right, I see, I'm so sorry."

Selina pushed the man away, while she staggered back a few steps. Tears welled in her eyes, and Selina nodded frantically, forcefully brushing them out of her sight. But she quickly gave up because she realized all her efforts were in vain. There was no way to stop the tears that were mourning the pain of her heart.

Selina covered her face with her hands, hiding her pathetic appearance behind her fingers. She tried to drown the sobs deep in her throat and just wanted to chase him away so the man she loved could never see the weakest side of her.

"Selina..."

He called out her name in a tone of great confusion, but before Yami could say anything more, she brushed it off, and threw one last affirmation in his face.

"Go back, now! Before you can make both women cry! I'll be fine, so there's no need to say or do anything. Please, be quiet and Walk through that door, okay?"

Yami looked at her silently, her hands that were still outstretched in the air slowly lowered. His haunting red eyes stopped on the glittering tears that were falling to the ground, watching them shatter and blend into the crimson color of the expensive fur rug, like a drop of scarlet blood. Yami silently reached out his hand to take the transparent crystals, feeling its hot temperature burn his cold palm.