𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤

20. "What makes night within us may leave stars."

20. "What makes night within us may leave stars."

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I leaned against the cave wall, waiting for the rain to stop. 

My body was still raw and tingling. It was a strange and foreign sensation which submerged me. My heart still reeled in anger at the thought of giving away my first kiss to the monster, but the strange feeling overlapped the guilt and anger.

His surprisingly gentle touch was in stark contrast to  his calloused fingers against chill bumps that stood to attention and awoke something deep within me. It was his deep and demanding kiss, however, that had irrevocably converted me.

I let my fingertips trail across my lips where his mouth tattooed every inch of my mouth. The memory of his lips, the steely silk of his muscles, and his musky scent slowed my breath and made my heartbeat stutter. 

With a loud sigh, I fell forward over my eyes, and my hands slipped up to cover my face. The feelings I felt for Gabriel were far more terrifying than what I was told I would expect from finding my mate.  

I was so tired of all this. I was tired of controlling my wolf who wanted him. But when I looked into his empty cold eyes, the darkness lurking underneath his emotionless exterior  reignited my rage. 

I held myself tightly together and tried to reign in my tears. I wish he was never my mate, I thought in despair. 

I jolted upright as I scented him drawing near, some twenty paces away. My eyes focused on the approaching figure. His face seemed to have hardened into an intense frown. My eyes scanned his hardened features, dragging along the chiselled planes of his face; across his athletic-high cheekbones, his pronounced jaw-line; and lastly, his obsidian eyes piercing straight into my soul.

"Gabriel ?" I whispered. Speak of the devil. 

He just stared at me, his eyes tense and angry. His broad chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and his hands clenched into fists, bulging veins trembling  over his forearms; it seemed as though he was trying to reign in his wolf. 

I wilted under his powerful gaze. My breathing laboured. 

He let out a harsh breath, "I shouldn't have kissed you." He snarled as he lowered his head, releasing me from his penetrating scrutiny. 

Instinctively, I flinched at his words. I had to force myself to swallow back the rage rising up my throat. I was angry at Gabriel for kissing me, but worst of all, I was mad at myself for allowing him to kiss me. At that moment, I wanted to kill him. The violent desire caught my wolf off guard, as she clawed against my ribcage in protest. 

"It won't happen again." He ground his jaw. His expression grew more hostile as he watched various micro-expressions jump across my face.

"I never  want it to happen again." I wanted to sound cold and confident, but I heard my voice escaping in a whisper.