Ciela's arms enveloped Asmodeus, dragging him off balance as she rested her cheeks on his chest. "I knew that father wouldn't hate me, but facing his harsh gaze..." she said with a shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
Asmodeus's hand reached up and stroked her back. Her body pressed against his was hot enough to scorch. "We're together. Everything's alright."
His hand slipped around her arm, and he traced it along her arm to find her fingers clenched into a fist. He pried them open with careful motions and then clutched her hand firmly.
She looked up at him, eyes glistening and cheeks red with her blush. "I'm sorry... even though I promise to be a better lover."
"No... it's never your fault Ciela. I wanted to make you happy and lost my way, forgetting about myself and my own desires, if I am not happy how could I make you happy?"
