Ok we are back to Frollo's point of view! I hope you like this chapter, let me know what you think!
I mindlessly entered the room, my mind racing with thoughts of Persephone and Esmeralda. They were so different; Persephone was ice whilst Esmeralda was fire. At my latter thought I looked up into the fire and believed I was seeing an apparition of Esmeralda in the flames.
I gasped startled that my imagination would create such an image. The apparition morphed and turned toward me and I felt my mouth drop open when I realised it was Persephone stood by the fire.
She was not an apparition; she was flesh and blood, smiling questionably at me.
"Persephone I thought…" I began but trailed off when I realised she was just wearing nothing more than a sheet of material pretending to be a dress.
"Josephine told me to stand by the fire whilst she tried to dry my dress. We didn't know you would enter otherwise I would be dressed more appropriately" Persephone flushed
"You look…ravishing" I murmured
Persephone inhaled sharply as I slowly stalked toward her. Her curls were still damp but the light from the fire was making them look snow white. She turned back to the fire; her back was to me obviously attempting to compose herself.
Persephone was an utter contrast, pure one moment and a siren the next. She could sing as well as a siren, I remembered her bewitching voice in Notre Dame and I wanted to hear that angelic voice again.
"Sing for me Persephone" I commanded running my hands up her fragile arms.
I witnessed the hairs on Persephone's arms stand on end at my contact.
"Please" I entreated
"Beata Maria you know I am a righteous girl, of my virtue I am justly proud-" Persephone began to sing in that angelic voice of hers but I cut off her song by bringing my lips against hers. I could no longer resit having her so close and not exploring that delicious mouth.
"I know you're so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak licentious crowd" I whispered against her lips. I had one hand entwined in her white curls, the other resting against her stomach pushing her flush against me.
"Then tell me Maria why I see him standing there, why his smouldering eyes still scorch my soul, I feel him, I see him-" Persephone sang breathless
"I see the sun caught in your golden hair, it's blazing in me out of all control!" I cried
"Like fire-" She continued as I placed feverish kisses along her neck
"Hellfire-" I moaned
"This fire in my skin-" Persephone sighed her eyelids shut, her body completely surrendered against me, her lips were parted awaiting my own.
"This burning desire is turning me too sin!" I growled "Persephone I would have you at this very moment if I were not a religious man, say you'll be mine, marry me Persephone"
"Yes" She sighed "Anything"
My lips sought hers and I could hardly contain my lust. I wanted Persephone, I needed to consummate my desire, I wanted her purity, her obedience, her love. My lips seared hers as my hands wandered across her deliciously innocent body. Persephone moaned as I tugged at her curls pulling her head back further, deepening our kiss.
Suddenly breaking through our haze of longing, there was a knock on the door. I spun around furious and caught off guard as one of my men opened the door.
"Sir the gypsy girl has escaped"
"What" I growled in disbelief
"She's nowhere in the cathedral, she's gone" He finished cautiously
"But how did she?" I pondered until my eyes met the wanton gaze of Persephone "Never mind, get out you idiot!" I snapped at the guard
Once again the gypsy had interfered in my relationship with Persephone. Never again, I'll find, I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris!
"Claude" Persephone whispered her voice full of promise and anticipation.
"Tomorrow, you will marry me tomorrow" I said rubbing my eyes
"So soon" Persephone gasped her blue eyes unfathomable in the firelight
"I can't wait any longer, I need you" I said my voice raw
"What do you need me to be?" She questioned
"My salvation" I finished ending the conversation and gap between us, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing those sweet rose lips. She was nearly mine now, I had to simply wait for dawn.