CHAPTER 47

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Mahogany locks tangled in his palm, flowed through his fingers like silk, sweet serene scent enchanting like a mermaid song sang a melodious tune in his ears as those beautiful pouty lips that seemed to be glazed with red cherry molded with his mouth bruising his lips. She sat on his stomach looking at him with those wide wild irises of hers that were so devastating yet dazzling like the sun itself.
"Aurora..." he pleaded again with some of those desperate groans escaping his lips. She was making him serve her and he with his hands bound with the silk ribbon that had escaped her hair earlier while he was laying there without an ounce of control, desperate and longing for her love.
She was his fairy, his goddess and love. She was the light that shined the brightest in his life.
"Hector....Hector don't cry." Warm fragile palm covered his cheeks with those pretty porcelain fingers wiping his tears.
"Its going to be fine, pleasure is not a sin and you are not dirty so please don't cry......I love you Hector."
She sat on his bulging length with the barrier of clothes still in between them and moved her own body slowly yet with a rhythm that was gentle making him look at her in wonder, showing him that this was not a sin, that her touching him did not made him feel disgusted instead it fulfilled his purpose, she was his purpose.
"You are so beautiful Aurora...so pretty."
The moment was broken when the scene became hazy and soon disappeared, Hector who was sleeping soundly woke up in terror since he could not see her now.
Minutes passed and soon the realization that she was not here dawned on him. It was a dream.
But instead of sorrow the man felt unfathomable in his heart, how could he dare dream such things about Aurora? How dare he try to think like that about her. It would be more than enough if she forgives him for his past mistakes and accept him as her friend.....to be with her.....Hector never had such courage to think like that.
There was a irony in his life too, nothing came in a whole. Today after so many years he did not had a nightmare after talking to Aurora at phone, he did not saw his monstrous father who raped him instead saw such a lovely scenario but then it was never possible.
But having an image of her......was it possible?
Clay and water mixture kept at the glass table that was right infront of his living room indicated that his sculpture was incomplete. Those expressive eyes did not seemed to come to life and were looking somewhat incomplete. The man got up, rolling his shirt to his biceps before walking at the place and switching on the lights.
Closing his silver irises with cool cobalt speckles his fingers danced and cried, laughed and made the statue come to life.
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It was three AM in the morning and the girl did not had an ounce of sleep in her eyes. Aurora was wide awake with her laptop open and stalking Hector. For the past five years she had left him, there has not come a day when she had not thought about him. How come one forget the person one hates and adores at the same time?
Her hatred for him at one time was severe but when it changed the feelings became uncompressible. Innocent and naïve, when had she thought even in her wildest dreams that the boy who had the persona of a bully and oppressing badboy was as such. He was too good to ever think of hurting another and all those years ago before leaving the country for his new school Hector had visited all his classmates and apologized.
Aurora was worried sick about him yet when they told her three years prior that Hector had qualified for the president position in one of the most prestigious colleges and was healthy she had stopped interfering in his life distancing herself.
She was a princess.
Her father had brought her from no where, her entire life was given to her by her family...she cannot let them down. Those were her emotions yet when Ares had talked to her she realized, wasn't this....all that she was doing making her mother worry more, her father was not happy with how stressed she was and Ares seemed to be regularly visiting her to see her schedule.
No, this was not what she wished for. The woman had thought for hours and finally came to a conclusion that today she will accept that she liked Hector. Respect her own feelings and for once after all these years go and search what the person she adored had become.....who he really was.
A sculptor who created art that reigned people's heart.
He looked exquisite, there was no other word in the whole cosmos to describe him, messy black hair shining with the luminescence of fireflies dancing around him, he glowed in her eyes. 'Hector' she whispered so softly as if the fleeting emotion she felt could be carried to him through the breeze blowing flowery scent.
How could he smile so devastatingly? Her heart thrummed erratically as she scrolled down and saw various pictures of his with children of orphanage and several institutions that provided shelter to stray animals.
Each passing picture brought a memory as if telling the tale of his entire life to her.
She needed to meet him.
She needed to see him.