Sinister Bonds

...Sometimes deceptions are even more bitter than reality... "How things change in a matter of heartbeat was unimaginably terrifying. When and how it happens, we lose track of it and before things become visible to us, it's too late." Amber sighed after completing her sentence, starting mesmerizingly at the Moon glistening in the sky through the balcony. Her amber eyes gleamed in hope and something inexplicable, smiling softly. Her mind tried to encrypt stories her heart couldn't speak. Lost in the ambience entirely. In a massively large room befitting for a King, she was sitting on the bed, running her hands in soft raven locks of a certain golden-eyed handsome devil, laying on her laps, staring deeply into her appealing eyes in captivation. Opening her eyes, she turned her face down, adjacent to the tempting guy smiling at her, bringing his hand close and cupping her cheek in adoration, patiently waiting for her to continue. Chuckling softly, she continued, "But if the realization comes after the regret. You will know the importance of what's lost…" Leaning down to his ears, she whispered seductively, "And wallow in remorse eternally…" Suppressed laughter echoed in the room at her absurdly dark words which were pleasing to the atrocious traited devil. "Hmm.. is that so?" His deep resonance came, wrapping his hand from her raven Locks to her cheeks, cupping it tenderly, closing the gap between them, "Then tell me, My Dear Amber…" In a split second, they shifted and he was on top of her, hands beside her. A smirk came to his desirable lips, indulging her flushed reaction of holding the sheet tightly and breath hitching. "Was your choice to choose me a regret or not?" He asked huskily, leaning to her face. Giggling, she put her index finger on his cheek, smirking back, "That's still a mystery." He couldn't help but to smile, brushing his nose against hers, linking his beat with hers unknowingly painting the colors which hold her colors so he could remember it as a symphony oblivious to him forever. "I want you to be mine forever." He murmured before attaching his lips with her neck, earning a low pitched voice from her, loving the sensations of her body. "I am a mortal, Adaddon.." She chuckled, making him frown and pull away. Narrowing his eyes in irk at the harsh reality, "I will keep your soul with me but wouldn't let you get away." His enunciated sternly. The zeal reflecting his eyes told her he wasn't kidding and was determined to keep her trapped in his domain forever. "Why didn't you do the same with my Mother?" She mocked, knowing she is the only person in this castle who had the audacity to defy Adaddon. Tightening his grip on the sheet, he hissed, "We both were trapped and what happened between us was nothing but a f*****g bet." Flinching at his hiss, Amber made a slightly frightened face, enhanced heartbeats sensed by Adaddon first, calming down instantly after seeing she got scared. "Who told you about this?" He asked in a softer tone now. "Uncle Moon." She whispered, looking away, breathing shallowly, still startled by his vehement caprice. "Amber.." he called her the lowest and tender his voice could go so she could relax in his presence, nuzzling to her neck. No reaction from her. "Amber…" He called her enticingly, biting her ear. Pouting, she hit his chest, "Get away from me." "Hey." he tried to call her but she pulled away from him. "You promised to not get angry or Scare me." "Hey, hey, I am trying." he said, trying to lighten the mood. Taking her hand in his, placing his palm on her cheek, pulling her close to her face, "Look at me." Gradually she lifted her timid orbs and looked at him, "Hell knows what you do to me." He said honestly, drawing in the ocean of her gaze which even dared to take his life at first glance, he wouldn't mind. That's how passionate he was about her. "But you have made a devil fall for you." He said sincerely, glistening the endearment his ruthless stone known as heart has for her, kissing forehead. She smirked, considering his word frivolous and pressed her palm over his chest, driving him insane by her mere touch and demeanour, "Devils are good at ruse." She said temptingly, licking her lips, contemplating his barely composed form, holding her possessively without any intentions of letting her go. "Then what shall I do to prove my love, Milady?" He asked, putting his hand over hers at the chest, only existing in the moment which horizon can't ruin, twirled around her fingers, he couldn't believe it. "It can even be a glib…" Her smirk grew wider and darker, moving her hand upward, clutching her finger, syncing her breath with his. Laughing scornfully at him, she pushed him down, smirking, getting on top of him, not giving him the shore of the painful silenced love which ended in her breaths. Moving to his ears, she whispered, asking for the most disturbing thing for him. "I want you to cry for me as a mark of your love."