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Early morning sunlight streamed through the large, baroque windows, bathing the room in an ethereal glow. The sound of birdsong broke through the comfortable silence of the night. Ellis’ eyes opened slowly. He blinked once; twice; then focused his gaze on the figure laying half on him in bed.
She was still asleep. Her legs were entwined with his, her hair splayed across the pillow and his shoulder like a halo. She lay facing away from the windows; the dawn’s rays almost adding an air of divinity. His breath caught in his lungs seeing her like this.
She really was pure. At least, for the most part anyway. Just a normal girl, a sweet robin, which had found herself amongst a den of wolves. And she was his, and only his, to possess and taint. The thought nearly made him giddy. She was his . Everything about her, from the first time he met her, until her very last breath and everything else in between, was completely and utterly his .
Pleased with the thought, he continued to survey her. Her chest steadily rose and fell, her breath gently tickling his neck. Truly, he could watch her for hours and not grow bored. The arm securely holding her against his chest drew mindless patterns on the smooth skin of her back.
Suddenly, her brow furrowed, as though having an unpleasant dream. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do.
Ellis reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face before using his thumb to softly massage the wrinkle from her forehead. Her face relaxed back into sleep at his touch, bringing a content smile to Ellis’ lips. There were many things he enjoyed doing, but none more so than making his love blissfully happy.
Soon after, her face scrunched and she blearily opened her eyes, meeting Ellis’ dark gaze in the morning light. Ellis adored her always, regardless of how she looked, but he certainly held a fondness for the beautiful smile she gave him when she awoke.
His touch leisurely glided up to her shoulder, down her arm, and to the hand that rested overtop his heart. Ellis took her hand in his as he always did and laced them together. Her fingers fit perfectly betwixt his, as if they were the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He brought her knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss to them.
“Are you happy?” he asked, eyes twinkling brightly.
“Not as happy as I will be tomorrow,” she replied, meeting him for a sweet kiss.