"Do not dare say what you want to, Isabella. Do not dare. I am warning you." he growled, his weight on my body, but it did not hurt one bit. Since we met, this was probably the first time I ever saw his face up close. Unconsciously, I traced his features with my eyes. He was beautiful, like a mysterious god that had fallen from the sky. An archangel, his features screamed for the attention he must have always gotten. His face was sculpted to perfection, his nose straight and mighty, while his lips were defined and full. No wonder they felt nice as I remembered the night we shared under the influence of drugs and heat. I wanted to touch them and relish the feeling of his features as I realized the relationship that we had. We were fiance and mates. This coincidence happened one in a million
