My beautiful moon

SINCE THAT night, all they did is to make memories, become intimate and tell all what is on their mind. No secrets.

Just pure honesty.

While playing in the garden with the falling snow, to the castle, to the cuisine, to the attic, to every place in the castle, laughter and casual talks were everything as they forgot the curse and enjoyed their time together. Two days of exchanging the night to day, and day to night, now, she was laying in the bed beside him in broad daylight, on his arms while he was reading her a book.

"It is so unfair on Medusa's part that she didn't do anything but was punished by the goddess, Athena." She grimaced while playing with his long hair.

"Greek gods and goddesses were personified. They were just like humans that have a supernatural ability so, they aren't perfect. They could be cruel to those they hate and good to those they like. In Medusa's case, Athena and Poseidon are rivals. They're both candidates as the reigning ruler if Zeus loses his position. Athena could have punished Medusa not because of envy but because Posiedon has his eyes on her, and he loved her. It would be a good opportunity for Athena to degrade Poseidon's feelings if his loved one is turned into a terrifying monster."

She nodded and sniffed his hair.

"Well, who won't worship Medusa when she is so beautiful? One look and you're hard." She replied nonchalantly, still sniffing his hair.

She was expecting a reply but she heard nothing. That's why she looked up only to realize that he was watching her sniffing his hair like no other time. His brows were furrowed, looking down on her. She tilted her head to show that her look is questioning him why won't he continue reading. But then she saw him put down the book he was holding and imprisoned her in his arms. He was kissing her head as she felt his hand traveling under her clothes making her look at him.

"No tearing of clothes." She commanded him to stop midways. His face looks disappointed. She chuckled before getting up and undressed herself and went back in his arms.

"I know that you are crazy rich but it's a waste to tear a thirty dollar dress just for sex, okay?"

He chuckled before cupping her butt cheek and squeezed them.

"Can you bear three days?"

Her lips parted after hearing it.

"Three days of endless sex? I don't know. You're such a pervert-

She didn't finish her words and he smashed his lips on hers. Positioning on top of her, he devoured her lips as his right hand held her left thigh to move it aside to part her legs and his lips went down her chin to her neck to her collar bone to her chest, abdomen, down her navel down to her inner thighs. She gasped for air as she felt his lips rubbing a sweet spot. And she whimpered as he devoured it with tongue, nipped it and nibbled it. She moaned as her head was moving side to side feeling so alive, sexy and pleasured. She couldn't control her hand and grip anywhere she could reach. She looked at him in surprise when he lifted up her hips and sucked it up again while looking at her. Her limbs are becoming weaker, it's trembling, but she doesn't know where she gets the energy to go on. More and more.

Once again, he pleasured her, from broad daylight ‘til night, until the night after and the night after. And she woke up in the bathtub, and he was rubbing her inner thighs. He kissed her lips before rinsing her body and put on her bathrobe. He lifted her up to the washstand to put her there before he went back to the shower and washed himself. She was there watching him all by herself.

"Aren't you shy that I am watching you take a bath and you're naked?" She asked looking down on his body, down there, and then came back to his face when he turned his head to look at her.

"Nothing shameful. It's yours." He answered nonchalantly and continued rinsing himself.

Blushing, she bit her lips and looked away to focus on the white walls and distract herself not to get wet.

"What will I do after you forget me?" She just asked, still waiting.

She heard the shower switch off and initiated to look at him. He watched him wear a bathrobe and put on towel for his hair. He walked towards her, wrapped the towel to her head and lifted her up from the washstand. He then put her down on bed and started squeezing the towel to dry her hair.

"You will live somewhere out of Seville. Savage will take you there."

"Why not here?" She asked confused because she was planning to stay with him.

"I don't know what will happen after the curse is gone. I cannot assure your safety with me and around the Pyrenees. Nevarro will come for help too, and you are secured in that place."

She nodded and started doing the same to his hair. And then she saw him yawn for the first time, surprising her.

"Are you sleepy?" She asked worriedly. He nodded as he sat beside her. She doesn't know but she had a bad feeling about this. She stood up, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the walk-in closet.

"Let's change first." She commanded and looked for something comfortable that he could wear.

"I will wear pajamas. I'm going to sleep."

She nodded and took out a pajama and gave it to him. She also took boyfriend jeans and a white shirt from him. Well, some of her things were transferred into his closet. After wearing it, she looked back at the yawning man who's now watching her.

"You look good, darling." He complimented with a smile on his lips, his voice weak. She took his hand once more and pulled him out to go back to the bed and started blowing his long hair dry.

"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. She is really feeling something weird and unpleasant. She's feeling nervous. He hummed, as sleepy as he is.

She put down the blower, crawled to him and cuddled from the back. He held her hand as he kissed his nape then cheek from behind before biting his shoulder.

"Querida..." She heard from him, almost a whisper.

"Sleep beside me." He demanded as he started positioning himself to the bed. She did what he told her and laid on his arms. Eyes closed, he was kissing her head, nose and lips while combing her hair with his fingers.

Why does it feel like something is going on?

"I want to name my son Vauchuss, darling." He mumbled, surprising her from what he was saying. He was thinking about having a baby all of sudden?

She rested her head into his chest thinking about having a family with him. They will be having gorgeous children. She would draw her attention to them and make them feel a real home. But then she doesn't know what to say. That's why he lets him do and say what he wants. He kissed her lips once more.

"If it's a daughter, I want to name it Hermosa Solia." He added making her blush more.

Now she is feeling a bit better because it makes her smile, hearing him talking about children.

"I want many children with you, mí querida. Only with you."

He was still combing her hair with his fingers. If she could giggle, she would do it but she wants to hear more from him. After a long silence, he leaned to her close and gave her a slow kiss before speaking.

"Tè amo, my beautiful moon..."

And then his fingers stopped combing her hair. He fell asleep with his lips on her. She doesn't know but she can't move, her body is trembling and her heart is skipping. She doesn't know... She doesn't know why it hurts right in her heart as he said it to her.

She looked at him as tears fell down her eyes. She pushed herself to him and deepened the kiss alone before hugging him and cried silently.

She knows it. He finally fell asleep... and will wake up without the memory of her. The curse has finally broken. After 100 years of living on the earth, he will be sleeping, long and silent. He was finally free...

She put him in a good position to sleep. Putting on the manta properly, with tears flowing from her eyes, she kissed him once more before crawling out the bed. She looked at his silent sleep.

It hurts. It is a slap in the reality that all the memories just vanished in a snap. No matter how happy they are, how satisfying it is. There will be this time that you hope it will last longer and that you will stay longer with that person. And here she is...

the forgotten wife.

The door opened and two men entered the room. With tears on her cheek, she looked at her butler who was shocked about everything. She felt the weakening of her limbs as she fell into her knees as he came to hold her. She cried, cried out loud to Dario.

The curse... is over.