Chapter 52: Unexpected Proposal

Ariana's POV

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the ceiling. I shifted my gaze to the side and realised I was alone in bed. I dragged myself into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes. While rubbing my eyes, I recalled the events of the previous night. My attempted escape, the huge beast that caught me mid-air, Damien's confession, the passionate kisses, and finally sleeping in Damien's arms. 

My eyes scanned the entire room for anything that would prove Damien was here or that he was still around, but I found nothing. My eyes fell on a covered tray sitting on the table. 

Surprisingly, I felt better and stronger. I looked down at myself, and I was still in the patient gown with my back exposed. I reached for my back and I didn't feel any pain, like before.

To get a confirmation of how my back looked now, I got out of bed and walked to the standing mirror in the room. I looked at my back, and the wounds had healed. All that was left were scars. I stared at my back in total shock.

How long was I out? I thought and started counting my fingers, trying to remember when Victoria and the group of men beat me up. 

It happened on a Wednesday. I thought. So what day is it today? I thought my eyes were scanning the room for a calendar, but I found none.

I still didn't have a phone on me. When I was picked up from Pearl City, they didn't allow me to take anything, not even clothes. I stared at my back again.

Wounds don't heal that fast. So how? I thought. What did they apply to my back? I thought, staring at my back in the mirror. 

I heard the door open, drawing my attention to the bathroom door. Damien walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I had already concluded, Damien's confession, the passionate kisses, and me sleeping in his arms were all a dream, but now, here he was, coming out of the bathroom. A confirmation that last night wasn't a dream.

Damien strode in and closed the door behind him. His hair was dripping with water. His huge, masculine frame, looking seductively attractive, with the well-formed chest and powerful arms, which I was imagining, held me. My eyes shifted to his tight belly showing his eight-pack straight up, and I bit my lower lip, forgetting I was not staring at a picture. Nice legs coming out from beneath the towel. I gulped, staring at him.

Oh Shit, last night wasn't a dream. There was a confession, and we did kiss. I thought, staring at him with my eyes wide. 

I took his entire body in, as I scanned him from head to toe. I brought my gaze back to his waist after admiring his chest and belly. I wondered what his rod looked like. Was it well built like his body? I thought and shook my head.

Ariana stop it. I thought with my eyes closed, and head lowered. When I opened my eyes, he was standing right in front of me. I jolted backwards gasping, and staring at him tensed and shocked. 

"You are awake," his voice interrupted my thought, and he kissed my cheek, before putting some distance between us. 

I stood there frozen like a statue. His scent went into my nostrils and the desire to have him was awaken in me again.

What is this? I thought. Is he trying to seduce me now? I thought, still staring at him and wondering what kind of cologne he was using lately.

"Are you alright?" Damien asked, searching my face, as he stood there staring at me.

"What!" I snapped out of my thoughts, not sure if I heard him right, and he smiled. 

It was the first time I had seen him smile. His smile looked seductive, like he was deliberately seducing me. 

"There is breakfast. You can take a shower, and we can eat together. Michael would bring you some clothes," he said, still smiling.

"Huh!" I said, still rooted to my spot, staring at him like he was a piece of cake I wanted to eat.

In my mind, I had removed the towel from his waist, but he looked like a eunuch. I had not seen him nude before, so I couldn't add an image to what was in my mind with regards to his rod. I shook my head again, trying to get rid of the dirty thoughts in my mind.

"Ariana?" I heard him call out to me.

"Yes," I replied, pushing my head forward. 

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

"Yes," I replied. "Why do you ask?" I asked him.

"You are staring," I heard him say. 

"Sorry," I apologised, and he smiled.

"Do you want me to take the towel off?" he asked, making me raise my head to stare at him.

"What!" I said, feeling embarrassed, and he smiled, as if teasing me.

His statement alerted me that he read my thoughts like an open book. I lowered my head in embarrassment and quickly moved away from the mirror, heading for the bathroom, but before I could go past him, he grabbed me.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed about admiring what belongs to you," he said, his words sounding very seductive. 

I stared at him, my desire all up to the surface. He leaned forward and kissed me. I threw my hands around his neck. It was like something inside me broke free. I kissed him like I was hungry. I was all over him like hair on soap. He carried me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my hands wrapped around his neck, as we kissed passionately. He started moving, and I thought we were going to the bed, until he put me down. We were inside the bathroom.

"We don't have to rush things. You are human and pregnant. I am a werewolf. The slightest mistake and we will lose our child," he said, holding me by the waist, with my hands on his shoulders as I stared at him.

I was grateful for his concern, but angry because he left me hanging. I was burning with desire, and I thought he was going to help me, but he stopped. 

"I will leave you to take a shower," he said and pecked my lips before releasing me from his arms.

I almost fell when he did. He had to steady me for me to get a grip on myself. My legs felt like jelly beneath me. 

"I am good," I said, and he let go. 

I watched him leave, and a part of me wanted to beg him to take me. My desire to have him was strong, like someone had drugged me. I turned on the shower, and the cold water cooled me off. 

What is wrong with me? I thought. Why do I get this sudden, strong desire to sleep with him when I see him? I thought. Is this some kind of pregnancy thing, or is it the cologne he was using? I thought, allowing the cold water to wash me down. 

Ariana, get a grip of yourself, that is not who you are. I said to myself and took my shower. I towel-dried my hair and returned to the bedroom, wearing a robe, after brushing my teeth with a new set I found in the cabinent.

Damien was all dressed in a blue-black tuxedo. He handed me a bag and pointed in the direction of the room where I had picked the bedsheets. I accepted the bag and hurried into the room. His scent was stirring up my desire again.

I closed the door behind me and looked inside the bag. It had everything: body lotion and even make-up. I used the lotion and picked up the new bra and panties. I put them on and slipped into the dress. It was a beautiful dress. The colour was nude. It complemented my natural colour. I made use of the hair cream and combed my hair, and did a fishtail braid. I only applied a lip gloss and slipped my feet into a 3-inch heel. I stepped out of the room, and Damien smiled, staring at me. 

"You look amazing," he complimented, and I smiled.

"Thank you," I appreciated, and he offered me his hand. 

I hurried towards him and placed my hand in his, like someone had pushed me to do it. He pulled me closer to himself, my breathing became uneven. With the way he was staring down at me, I thought he was going to kiss me. I waited patiently for him to, but he didn't.

"I would like to officially ask you," Damien said, and dropped down on one knee, after pulling something from behind him.

It was a blue ring box, and he opened it. Sitting inside, was a spectacular ring with a diamond stone nicely shaped like a heart. 

"Ariana, would you be my Luna?" he asked, and I was momentarily shocked.