This time around I corrected some grammar, changed things I didn't like etc and fixed some small mistakes. Im happy I did pretty well finding my own typos the first time so not much change was needed there..


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The ends of his fingertips caressed over the soft of her cheek, brushing away the gentle tears that trailed from the corner of her eye. The touch was soft and warming over her skin, enough that the girl almost pressed to his hand… How in the world had this come to pass…? His eyes were as cold as frosted steel, bearing unto her soul with a fierceness that would still wolves in their dens. Argentus was the Name he had told her, and Power was the word that defined his very being. Silver eyes looked on her in a mix of eager passion, and growing fury… but he was withholding… Why?

The night air was cool and pricked over her skin, the breeze kissing her body as it passed over her and pulled gently at her tresses. The faint moonlight was glistening against her body, highlighting her contours and daring even to touch over the man’s own. A head taller than her he was, though the girl was not to be mistaken for a weakling, strong in heart, mind, and body. Perfect. His large muscled body cornered her within the darkness of the alley and a fine beauty she was in his eyes, with her ebony burgundy hair, thick and weaving against her shoulders. Wonderful, worried lavender eyes, as quiet and delicate as lilac petals… a beautifully curved body, warm and heated even against the cold of night… full parted lips, the tremble upon them faint and deliciously subtle. He wanted to kiss her, ravish her under his growing ardor… but no... not yet.

Lyset was her name, and thrice now he’d had the pleasure of being so close to her form. The first, to save her, the second by chance, and each time- her very eyes ignited within him a blazing fire that smoldered into a dark resolve. He would have her. Tonight he had followed her unseen, remembering her words when he had done away with the cowards that had tried to ravish the girl… ‘Whatever you ask of me, is yours…’ The remembrance brought a darkened grin upon his lips, for now he would claim his prize. It made his muscles tense with desire, that she would Always be his.

“Be mine…” He repeated. The words were slow, cautious in trying to silence the rising anticipation while remaining unwavering and dark in tone. “…Lyset.”

For the first time, she truly looked to him, eyes widening slightly as though awakened now that the meaning of his request was beginning to form in her mind. She flushed, his words frightening her enough that her back pushed further against the stone wall, sending a rippling chill up her spine. Her breath caught in her parched throat that she could hardly speak, her words leaving her in a broken whisper. “No…” She shook her head as she stared straight into his eyes. “..I cannot.”

Patience. Argentus withheld a growl. She knew in her heart she owed him this, he would Not be turned away. That was unacceptable. There was a subtle rage burning in his eyes, straining himself further as to not hurt the girl. His voice grew raspy and tinged with anger as he spoke louder, snarling out the words and leaning in as he did so. “Be Mine, Lyset…” One hand pressed harder against the wall above her, and as though she felt his wrath, she winced and slowly turned her face away from him.

Realizing he needed to pace with her, his expression softened, letting his fingers graze over the hollow of her neck. Such silky skin, delicately bronzed under the sun… He must have her… but he would take her willingly.

Lyset’s heart pounded within her chest, body rigid from fear. She was bound by her oath, but this… How could she give in to these demands… Would she see her family, would she be forever bound…? She wanted to cry for an answer, or for someone to find her, bring her away from this monster of a man who had times before seemed so passionate and kind. Why could she not refuse this lingering sense of longing- this wanting to fulfill this otherwise horrid request? Why did he look on her with love and anger? Or maybe more importantly… why did it enthrall her…?

His fingers rose to lift and turn her chin. She felt vulnerable against him, his body warm and pressing against her… And though she felt helpless there, there was comfort in its security. His eyes, full of longing and desperate need in their hardened austerity were hypnotic, silver stars that seemed to shine with brilliant light under the shadows that bound them in the bliss of the darkness. How could she turn away… His jet black tresses clung to his forehead, taut kissable lips, dark tanned skin… His might flowing through him and radiating as though he were empowered by a God, nonetheless majestic and controlled.

“I…” She stopped herself, then was slowly filled with a calming determination, still afraid but not as unsure as she was before. The brightness of her eyes changed, though she remained caught in her apprehension. Argentus seemed to stiffen, muscles clenching as he waited her answer with a furious intensity that made her hesitate once more. The moment lingered, before she took in a breath, watching him now with a slight admiration. “I’ll be yours.”

“Excellent." His eyes burned into hers, and for the first time, a small grin appeared over his lips. "Let us begin.”