SILVER-HEART
Chapter 87: Millenniums

Chapter 87: Millenniums

I don’t know how long we stayed in this position, sitting on Williams’ lap and curled like a ball, resting my head against his chest. His hand firmly on my waist, the other going up and down my hair in a slow motion that felt so smooching.

It was hard to believe he was the one who handled me quite roughly last night with his advances, I wasn’t complaining though, I loved every minute of it and welcomed everything he had to offer. Even as confused by his raw actions... but I can’t deny every bit of that moment was not passionate because it was, I could even still feel his hands all over me, the penetration of his fingers and his tongue bringing me pleasure.

It was all I could think about.

William’s aura cooled me down and the hotness was long gone but I didn’t want to part with him yet and the silence was satisfying to me. I didn’t want it to end, this moment was special, his repeated action of running his hand through my hair.

gods! I could get lost in this feeling, the comfort his body brought to mine was so powerful. And his scent filled my senses more.

But all of a sudden his actions stopped and his other hand on my waist moved to my back and pulled down my nightgown to expose my shoulder.

"What’s wrong?" I blushed.

Does he want to touch me again? I heated up at the mere thought of it and I began craving for it. How shameless of me!

I noticed his intense stare on my shoulder which I clearly knew had my birthmark, the vermillion red tattoo, tiny and well crafted, consisting of a butterfly, the wings were like a craft curl design. Something I have had for as long as I could remember.

Something that captivated William’s entire attention as his thumb ran through the design. I bit my bottom lip fighting back a moan, why does a single touch from him always have to be sensual?

It was like even a feather touch was enough to stir a flame that found its way down to my aching core. It was a reception to his touches, my body coming alive each time like my body becomes more cognizant, a spark, a connection...

Is it because I’m attracted to him? That could surely be the best explanation because I was confused. The ache, my fast beating heart, the heat, the butterflies in my stomach, does it all settle down to it? Attraction? Or something more?

"Do you usually experience a sudden hotness to your body back in the mortal realm?" This sudden question snapped me back to reality, away from my stormy thoughts.

"No?" I answered, searching my memories if I did, but I have never felt hot like this, only if it was summer but that was out of the question.

"Never?"

I shook my head. "Why are you asking?" I asked but he didn’t say anything, just focused on my tattoo he kept running his thumb through it. "I never understood the mark," I began. "I never knew what it was... everyone back at the orphanage said it has to do with me being an omen and that I was marked by the devil"

"You’re not marked by the devil" he replied quickly and his aura got more chilly but I wanted the cooling temperature and it felt responsive to my body. "Even the devil has no right," he said under his breath.

I smiled faintly at his words wondering why my heart fluttered. "It was only until I was auctioned I knew what the mark meant " I continued. "A mark of a fairy"

"Fairies are rare as I told you about... sprites, when making their way into the mortal realm sometimes succumb to their desires and have children, but only a few are able to carry them alive"

I gulped at his words.

"That is why your kind is rare... only a few are born and are regarded as gemstones to warlocks. ’Fairy’ even though the same meaning as ’Sprites’ was what was given as a name for your kind, a mixed bloodline of a human and a fairy"

"D-Does this means either my father or mother are Sprites"

"Yes... magical creatures exist anywhere, they could be here, in the mortal realm, or any other realm. The world is growing large... soon all species will be found in the mortal realm, diverse creatures either hating or accepting one another" he said moving his gaze to the window and I loved how his eyes were lightened by the sun’s rays. "Soon gods will have no meaning in the mortal realms"

"W-Why?"

He darted his eyes at me. "Times will change Ava, I suspect in the future that will happen"

"You’re not a god but a demi-god, you’re a mixed bloodline just like me"

A small smile found his lips and he tilted his head to the side. "Not entirely..." but then something flashed in his eyes. "I don’t know my parents"

My heart tugged at his words. He was just like me... my parents abandoned me without knowing me, was it the same for him?

"D-Did they abandon you?" I asked softly.

He shook his head with narrowed eyes. "Apparently Basker struck a deal with my father millenniums ago"

M-Millenniums?

My eyes went wide, not years? How long has William been around? Here in this library?

"That’s all I know"

"B-But that’s unfair... w-who bargains their own flesh and blood?"

My parents left me without a second thought, were parents always this awful?

And who’s Basker? That name sounded familiar.

"I have never thought of it that way... from the moment I knew things I have solely been driven by my purpose and the connection I have with the library, that is all I have ever known... the four walls of this place and a prophecy that have been drilled in my head for as long as I can remember"

"Prophecy?"

His gaze pinned me down.

"... ’A Fairy Shall Reunite All’..."