#Chapter189
A devil of hell
Aries Blackwood
I hold her in my arms all the way to the penthouse, unable to bear the separation, the feel of her skin against mine. I needed the reassurance that she was real and not just another mirage of her, created out of my desperation.
I dress her in one of my shirts after ripping that piece of fabric that carried the scent of the night. Of other males. And finally let go of her as I lay her down of the mattress.
I was rendered speechless as I finally have a look at the goddess that now lay before my eyes. An exact replica of her first form, with hair as dark as the night sky and maybe even those endless black hidden behind the now closed eyelids filled with thick lashes. But regardless the colour of her eyes, she was perfect, and she was mine.
