The scent.. That was the thing Diana had traded from those filthy witches and she was glad that she had done it.
It was helping her in keeping Rafael closer to her. He had completely forgotten about Hazel upto the limit where he had stopped going to their bedroom and was coming closer to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck while her hands played with his hair when he leaned to the crook of her neck and sniffed her again as if her smell was giving him peace.
"Rafael.." she purred in a soft voice, "i was thinking why don't we spend the night together in my chamber. I did not like it when you work all night. You should give yourself a break too." her voice was soft, enticing like someone was clawing his chest creating a strange itch when he found himself lost in her touch and her voice.
"That would be a good idea." he found himself replying back before he could think straight when she smiled.
