Paradise Found

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     While her touch was intoxicating in every way possible, it wasn’t what held his attention. Kalt grinned down at her when she pressed against his chest, never taking his eyes away even as she moved back. Ashetta looked up at him with tears lining her eyes, and he  suddenly had the urge to wipe them away before they had the chance to fall, but he decided not to. She knew how to keep her tears at bay, had done it multiple times before, so if she allowed herself to cry, it was her decision to do so.     Kalt ran his fingers through her hair slowly, drunk on her voice, on her scent, on her. She had such a power over him that no one had come close to touching, and he felt drunk with just how closely she stood to him. It was unbelievable how much of an effect she had on his life, on his soul without even trying...even when trying not to.     He flickered a soft smile to her when she spoke. ’You really don’t hate me.’ He had tried to hate her. He had really, really fucking tried to be furious, to be envious, to allow darkness to consume him completely until the only relief was through exacting some kind of revenge on her. But it couldn’t be done. Even before he discovered the truth... Even before he understood why she had left him, why she turned everyone in the Guild over to the king... Gods, he had never been able to hate her. Anger, yes. Anger was easy, especially when confusion ruled the emotion, but hate? Never for even a thought.     His hand rested on her waist, tugging her just slightly closer to him, as his other hand remained in her raven locks. Kalt smiled at her, his thumb rasping over her jaw gingerly, while he gave her a flickering smile. ”It’s impossible to truly hate someone when you’re in love with them,” he whispered, as he leaned down and claimed her lips.     In the Temple rafters, he had kissed her tamely, gently, almost reassuringly to tell her he wasn’t going to leave. Here, now, every sense within him completely imploded, and he didn’t try to silence the hunger, the desire, the consuming need for everything that was her. He kissed her deeply, passionately, having been starved of her entirely for two fucking years that seemed to disappear in that moment.     If it had been possible to survive off of a person alone, he never would have parted from her. He would have given his whole self over to her and just melted into her beautiful soul, but that wasn’t something he could do, and he hated that he knew it. Kalt only parted their lips when he thought he might drown totally in her touch, releasing an unfortunately shaky breath through parted lips. He thought to apologize, to tell her he knew that she wasn’t ready for something like that, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It would be a lie. He wasn’t sorry. He couldn’t be sorry, not when he was holding her like this again.