Pomegranate, Sun and Ice…
She's peaceful when sleeping, not needing to pretend. Looking at her made him hot and want to be with her again after their passionate love making, to drink from those juicy ruby lips, to comb his fingers through her hair, the waterfall of Rubies, to caress her cheeks, the cheeks that were red like two pomegranate flowers.
And then those two perky globes were the same as two pomegranates. Grabbing them in his hands.
His eyes travelled lower.
Her heaven place. Were the pomegranate seeds already growing in her womb? Could she be forever with him? Would she be his, forever? One day. One day she would be his.
She was the pomegranate. His pomegranate. Pouring life into his veins.
"You're staring." Her voice brought him out from his drunk state.
"What?"
"You're staring at me," she repeated.
He tore his eyes from her sensual body and focused on her eyes. "You're awake!"
"Shouldn't I be?" She raised one eyebrow.
"You were tired." His voice still hoarse from desiring her, her body. He cleared his throat and said while bringing his hand to caress her cheek. "With that so much activity that we had and coming from London, I thought you'll sleep till night."
She brought herself closer and kissed him. Smelling his musky smell. "Hmm… you smell good." Kissing him on the cheeks and then lips. "You make my tiredness go away."
Putting his hands about her, holding her tightly so she could feel him. "And I need you Caro." And he turned to lie back and with himself turned her around to be on top of him.
"What do you need from me?" She said, smiling and showing her dimples. One of her hands was touching his chest.
"I need you to help me feel relaxed."
When she started heeding his request, they heard a knock.
He covered Caroline's body with the blanket. "Yes?" sounding irritated.
His valet came, looking as professional as ever. Knowing how his master hated being nosy. "Sir, Mr. Bingley wanted to see you."
He looked at Caroline, both cooled off at hearing Bingley's name. Caroline's brother was a pain in the arse for him. Especially when he interrupted them when they had more important matters to do, but he couldn't delay this, lest he noticed something was off about him and his sister. Or worse finding out Caroline was in Darcy's room.
"Go, I'll go to my room, getting prepared for the day."
"We aren't finished." He warned, kissed her lips and slipped out of the bed to prepare to see Bingley.
After he left, she sighed. Looking at the ceiling. One day she could be free from his spell. One day. She promised to herself despite knowing it was in vain.
He was ice. He was the sun. Her ice and sun. Killing and freezing her and pouring his warm and light on her and melting her frozen state.