Hermosa

Sitting on a black cushion inside his walk-in closet, she watched him look for his clothes to wear. She was there fantasizing about his well- built body. Why could he be so hot? He has broad shoulders, an eight pack of abs, sturdy chest and muscles.

He was now looking like a human who would be a nation's husband. His nails aren't long and sharp anymore, the long animal hairs in his body are gone. And fangs were shortened. She was admiring his perfect body with his long black hair that is silkier and smoother than her own hair.

She has seen men with long hairs but never thought that there will be one that perfectly fits a man's beauty, it's him, her ex-husband on paper. She watched him wear armani boxers, chinos black pants, and a gray shirt as she instructed him. He then looked for a watch to wear.

She stood up and walked to his side and pointed at a casual looking watch. Without hesitation, he opened the glass cover of his accessories and got it. He gave it to her and she put it on to him. She then held his hand and pulled him out of the walk-in closet. She then pushed him on the couch commanding him to sit there. She then snatched a thin black hair tie in her bag. She positioned herself at his back and tied his hair before his nape. She then went on his front to arrange the hair left.

"Perfect." She complimented and kissed his forehead.

"Let's go?" She invited him, with a smile on her face. But she got confused when she saw him staring at her.

"Are you okay?" She asked him worried and checked the temperature of his forehead then neck.

"Are you feeling well?" She looked at him slightly tilting her head to the right side because he was still staring at her. But then he grabbed her head and pulled her close to capture her lips as she landed on his body.

He didn't let go of her lips. He nibbled it, sucked it and all she did was to respond and do the same while her hand was gripping his shoulder. He was wrapping his hand to her as she was sitting on his lap and the kiss slowed down. Now, it is passionate and gentle.

"I'm sorry." He apologized after leaving her lips.

"I can't stop." He confessed again. As always.

She chuckled as she stood up and stepped back a bit away from him and offered her hand to him.

"Let's go watch the snow." She made an inviting smile, making him stare at her again.

This face, he can't get enough staring at it whole morning and night. He can't get enough of her, he is hard, again and again, but he is refraining himself because she can't walk the next time she wakes up and then he would wait for another time to touch her. He wants to own her now and then but he doesn't like the idea that she's still weak.

He stood up and held her offering hand as he let her pull him out of his room. He can't get enough with just intertwined hands so he motioned her hand to wrap it around his waist and then he wrapped his hand on her. He then kissed her head as they walked to the balcony of the castle.

On the other hand, a giggling smile formed on her lips when he did that. It is so good to feel that he is being open to her and he wasn't refraining from showing her what he wants to do to her.

Standing in the balcony of his own castle for the first time, with his woman beside her holding her, with the snow falling from the sky and the view of Pyrenees right before his eyes, he couldn't speak. He never thought that it would be this beautiful out of the dark, out of his room. There were different colors of lights piled. Some were twinkling and winking at them. It was a beautiful view with the moon above them.

"It's beautiful right?" She looked up to him and caught him looking down on her. She can see the glint of amazement in his eyes. He nodded and tightened his hug on her. He looked up to the moon and then to her beautiful pair of eyes.

"Ès hermosa." He spoke staring at her eyes and now he was thinking of not letting go of this kind of moment in his life.

When she came into his life, he felt strange to anything, to his body, to his feelings, to his speech, to the food he eats, and to the power he possesses. He felt this unbelievable betrayal of emotion that contradicts what he is thinking. Only this woman...

Only this woman whom he will not let go... again. He won't let her go again!

Luna just chuckled as she cupped his face and kissed him back. It was again, a passionate kiss that said something pleasing in the heart. She wrapped her hand on his neck while his arms were on her waist. They kissed under the moon moving their feet side to side, slowly and rhythmic.

"I..." He spoke between their breaths.

"I won't break the curse." He slowly loosened his embrace making her confused. She unwrapped her arms around his neck and looked at his eyes.

"What do you mean? The curse is breaking and you don't want it?"

They had been intimate with each other, spending their time together within fifteen days. And the only curse that wasn't broken was that he still cannot be seen by the sunlight and now he wanted to give it up?

He looked at her with his eyes getting wet. She was stunned by his look. He is sad! Extremely sad about something he still did not tell her. What was he thinking? What does she not know? Why? Why is he about to... tear up?!

"I don't want to forget you. I don't want..." He grabbed her waist and embraced her light body, tight.

"I will forget everything. I will forget everything once the curse breaks, marida.

I don't want to forget you."

She stilled, unable to move her limbs from what she just heard from him. So this is why he is refraining himself to show his real emotion to her? Because he is afraid that the curse might be fully broken and he will forget her?

She didn't speak. He stayed in his embrace in the silence of only the breeze and sillage making the sound. Only their hearts know what they wanted to tell each other but they could not speak it out. He loosened his grip as she stepped back, looking down. She walked to the edge of the balcony and looked at the nature. She let out a heavy sigh searching her eyes to the far away city lights.

"One hundred years... you've been in the dark, marido. You've been so strong for staying there alone with only your wealth and power with you." She bit her lips, stopping the tears forming into her eyes. She blinked to stop it.

"It's creepy there. It's lonely, I know. And I can tell that you are lonely there and that you wanted to try new things. You wanted to see the world in your own eyes. You've been dreaming to be free. And I want to see you free." She turned back to meet his widened eyes. Her vision is starting to blur because of the tears forming in her eyes.

"You can give me the world I want. You can spend your wealth on me. You can provide me what I want but I... I couldn't give you anything except my love, marido." She sobbed.

"I will love you so you can be free, marido. I will give you the freedom you want. I will let you explore the world, and see the world without looking back at the dark. You've been strong enough, marido. I... " She paused as his face became visible to her eyes again.

"I love you and I will give you freedom, marido even if it means you forget me."

He walked to her, bent his knees, and enclosed his arms around her waist, tight and protective. No words to say, he just did it, while bending his knees to the woman he doesn't want to lose, to the woman he can't afford not to see, to the woman who loved him... purely.

F*ck the curse. Why does he need to forget the woman who will break the curse? Why does he need to break the curse when the woman who will give him freedom will make him feel how hard it is to say that their memories will just remain untold?!