(FLAMES OF LOVE)

“I want to see him, let go of me!!” Lewis yelled, trying to force himself through the guards.

The hefty bodyguard station at the gate didn’t even budge, they pushed him away and he came closer again.

“Let me pass, I need to see Deamon, I have something to tell him,” Lewis yelled frustratedly.

Don’t they get it? He wants to see Lord Deamon so he could tell him about all Penelope’s plan.

He roughed his hair, they might not want him to go in but he will definitely see Lord Deamon before going, they’re no way he’s leaving his without telling on Penelope.

He sat down in front of the guards, waiting for Lord Deamon to come out.

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“How do you feel?” Lady Gaga asked softly.

She’s currently sitting at Diamond’s bed side, stroking her hair backwards.

Diamond held her hand, she bashed her lashes cutely.

“I…. I’m….” She gulped emptiness, trying again.

She’s gonna speak, she took the antidote that dropped from Penelope, all things to the label on it.

After she took it, she’s getting herself little by little, she’s even the one holding lady Gaga’s hands.

“Your father said you’re getting married again,” lady Gaga said and her eyes flashed instantly.

•

“I LOVE YOU!!!!” He suddenly yelled, shocking them both.

How he said that, he didn’t know. Why he said that, he didn’t know but all he knows was that he said it and he didn’t regret it.

He took a step closer, so close she could smell his sweet Cologne, it brought back memories making her emotional.

He reached for her, grabbing her by the waist but she slide out of his reach….

“Princess, let me hold you,” his tone was desperate, different from the devil she’s used to.

Her heart dance in the melody of his unspoken feelings, her body trembled, calling out to his soul.

It was as though something within them was pulling her near, closer than she could ever imagine.

“I used to say I would never have kids, never fall for any woman, never build a family of my own or keep the legacy cos of what my father did to my mother….” He licked his lips

His heart racing faster than normal, he didn’t know how long he could stay without touching her, holding her, sniffing her sweet vanilla scent.

“I… I would…. I would never harm your kid, I would give you another if that’s what it takes to make you happy. Everything about me change the moment I get intimate with you for the first time,” he took another step towards her again.

Staring her directly in her eyes as though speaking to her soul, he could hear the pounding sounds of her heartbeat as he stroke closer.

“My lungs have not taken a full breath since you left, cos without you the oxygen has exited the room and I have held hands and heart but my palms because none of them feel like you….” He traced the line of her tears, wiping them away but this time she didn’t move so he continued.

“My mind has become a tap recorder that stuck on a constant loop replaying the sound of your laughter like a catchy but haunting tone and I often wonder if in your mind my voice is playing there too. I know that When no one else is watching, you stare at the ceiling in your room and replay the last time we spoke and wish it hadn’t ended so soon, tell me princess…… is it easier to breathe now that I have disappeared from your life or are you suffocating too? Cos I know I never harmed your child and I will stop at nothing until I find who did this,” he concluded.

Princess Luxury didn’t speak, she just stared back at him as he looked her in the eyes, it was magical cos none of them wanted to look away.

“I will give you another child…”

“Three at once,” She cut him off in a high pitch voice.

“Let’s make it four,” he replied

She smiled with tears still in her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“I will do wh@??ver you desire,”

“Then let’s get married next three weeks Sunday,” she said instantly and he nodded

“You have a wedding next three days,” Lord Deamon replied, wrapping his arms around her perfectly,

Lord Demon lifted her into his embrace and she wrapped her legs around his torso, their heartbeats seemed to fall into synchrony, a subtle flutter against the fabric of their garments.

Gazing into her eyes…

He could see the reflection of their love’s endless depths, like a thousand stars dancing in a midnight sky.

“You should have said you missed me instead of reading poetry,” she teased him, giggling like a kid.

“They say stick to poetry,” he winked at her

“But they hmmm…..”

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if asking permission.

With an ever-so-gentle pressure, he pressed his lips to hers, igniting a fire within them both.

Her breath caught in her chest as the heat of his kiss enveloped her, the very air around them seeming to shimmer with the energy of their passion.

As their lips parted, she traced the curve of his jaw with feather-light fingertips, marveling at the way his heartbeat quickened beneath her touch.

He brought his hand to her cheek, stroking the soft skin of her face, each moment imbued with a tenderness that left her breathless.

“You are my light, my eternal flame,” he whispered against her lips, a soft confession of love that set her heart alight.

“And you are the air I breathe, my love,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I love you,”

“I love you”

As their lips crashed together again, their passion ignited like a wildfire, an uncontrollable inferno of desire that burned through the layers of their clothing.

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