Beast Of Blood and Death

ROME

Rome dropped Elora onto her bed as softly as he could, cradling her head in one hand as he let her fall back to her pillows. As usual, her room was perfumed with her usual rose essence that messed with his senses. He watched her snuggle into her pillows and pulled the blankets over her.

She was beautiful even in her sleep.

Her face looked soft and almost childlike, free of the worry lines that usually coated her features.

He chuckled remembering how she’d looked dancing earlier with her hair blowing in the wind. She had called him handsome too. He wondered if she’d remember all she’d said in the morning.

“Mmmh.” She groaned rolling over and grabbing his hand.

His heart picked up its pace as he looked down at where their hands touched. Sparks crawled up his hand set his nerve endings on fire.

He tried to pull out of her grasp but she squeeze his hands.

“Don’t leave.” She sighed, pulling him down into the bed with surprising strength.

He froze as she snuggled deeper into him, plac