bookpub Chapter 89 : Touching bottom
Chapter 89 : Touching bottom
I woke up slowly, feeling the fog of unconsciousness gradually clearing from my mind. With effort, I opened my eyes, finding myself dizzy and disoriented. My gaze slid down my body, noticing that my torso was exposed and bandaged around the ribs, a sharp sensation piercing every fiber of my being, leaving me immobile and vulnerable.
Confused reminiscences of the events leading up to my faint flooded my mind, and with a desperate longing, I searched the room for the naked woman who had appeared before I lost consciousness. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized my head rested on her lap, a reality that had gone unnoticed until that moment.
With a forced smile and nerves tightening my words, I stammered a greeting. "H-hello... How are you?" My trembling voice betrayed my uncertainty as I struggled to maintain composure.
"Thank you for rescuing me... and for accepting me as your wife," her voice, soft but firm, resonated in my ears, throwing a new wave of bewilderment over me.
"Wife?" I repeated, my mind swirling as I tried to process the enormity of her words.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Well, considering the situation, you've practically saved me, and now I find myself with no memories or anywhere to go. I have no one else in this world. You've protected me from corruption, and besides, you have dragon blood running through your veins. All of these are points in your favor, don't you think? So I don't see why you couldn't be my husband.
Plus, you're quite attractive..." Her words flowed with a confidence that left me perplexed, although I noticed the fleeting glint in her eyes as they wandered over my naked torso.
Trying to grasp the situation, I observed her carefully. Her eyes, like burning jewels, seemed to contain a universe of secrets, while her hair, a cascade of reddish tones adorned with tree branches, bestowed upon her figure a majestic presence. Her delicately sculpted face radiated a beauty that defied description, with red lips promising unfathomable mysteries.
"Do you like what you see?" Her tone was teasing, and our eyes met in a gaze that transcended the mundane, creating a connection that surpassed understanding.
"I can't deny that all of this surprises me, but yes, I like what I see," I replied with an attempt at confidence, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. I glanced at her attire, an elegant red and black dress adorned with roses that evoked a bygone era. I briefly wondered if she belonged to a forgotten time, although her lost memories complicated any conclusion.
She studied my body with satisfaction, nodding her head. "I like what I see too," she said with a mischievous smile.
Restless about the situation, I voiced my doubts. "Are you sure about this? About becoming my wife?" My nervousness was palpable as I faced an unexpected union amid my own confusion and vulnerability.
She brought a finger to her lips, thoughtful. "My bloodline reacted to yours, according to the vague memories that have passed through my mind, indicating that you are facing a dragon of great power. In such circumstances, it is prudent to establish a relationship. Over time, we could forge a strong and lasting connection. However, I will not allow you to drift away.
Somehow, she made me feel like I was some kind of spectacle, but since she was looking at me so intently, I'll do the same.
Like I said, she's a head shorter. The dress she had on reached down to her feet, perfectly covering her curvaceous body. Everything is in its proper place. She's beautiful and attractive, her aura somehow makes me feel safe and calm. Several thoughts crossed my mind. Opening my eyes a bit wider, I still don't know her name yet.
"What's your name?" I asked curiously.
She furrowed her brows, thinking deeply for a few minutes, lost in her thoughts. She slightly opened her mouth. "Lysandra Bloodmoon," she said softly.
Smiling a bit, I bent down slightly and placed my right hand on my chest. "My name is Anthony Von Valeriano, I hope you take care of me in the future."
I saw from the corner of my eye how she widened her eyes, there was a slight blush on her face. After a few seconds, she bent down and put her delicate hands on her dress, performing the same movement as me. "My name is Lysandra Bloodmoon, I hope you also take care of me in the future, husband."
I could tell that there was some nervousness in her voice. Breathing a sigh of relief, I thought that I was the only one feeling that way.
Straightening up again, I took her small hands in mine and looking her straight in the eyes, I put on a serious expression. "I promise to take care of you and protect you. Haha, it's a bit funny because you're stronger than me, but I'll definitely catch up to you someday."
Her eyes filled with tears, a mix of happiness and sadness. Hugging her delicately, she cried silently, tears of joy but also there was an endless loneliness and sadness.
I don't know how long she had been fighting alone against the corruption in her soul, but it certainly wouldn't have been a pleasant experience. Every day filled with despair and anguish would have been the worst of mental tortures. She is strong in will and mind, she never lost hope that someone would save her. When a person hits rock bottom, they plunge into an endless abyss. That happened to her.
People are easier to understand and manipulate when they hit rock bottom. She, with no memories of her past or even of who she is, has no one. The idea of being alone again scares her, but this is where I come in, light in her dark world. I give her hope for a better life, accompanied, and what better than to commit to the person who saved you?
You'll feel like you can't live without him, you'll feel the urgency to be with him. That's happening to Lysandra. She doesn't want to be alone again. For her, I am her world. Putting a terrifying smile on my face, I hugged her tighter.
"Now you will be mine and mine alone, you will never be able to live without me again," I think internally. A small gleam passes through my eyes. The place around us became darker, the shadows danced silently staring at our bodies joined by a hug, an obsessive and possessive hug, a hug that will last until death...