I rested my head against his shoulder and was breathing heavily. The dance worn me out, the very kind of dance, I wanted with him. Passionate, full of sparks and fire. The dance that made me fall right on the ground. The dance Neron gave me.
His forest green eyes were sparking with life, the fire in them blazing with passion. I melted within them. The golden freckles were fading, but the traces of his freckles still prevailed. The crown, resting on his head was reigning on its very place and my heart skipped a bit.
"My King," I whispered, placing a kiss on his almost drenched shirt and he chuckled lowly, slumping down, placing me on his laps. "My Demon King."
"My little human angel." His deep voice allured me and something inside me curled in pain.
I was not an angel, far from it. Fa
