His Gifts, His Care

She opened her eyes and found his flickering orbs with candle flames reflected in them focused wholly on her. 

Like an overflowing fountain of molten gold, the emotions erupted and bubbled. 

The expressions he wore indicated his inner turmoils. It had been 7 days since he had seen or touched her.  

"Malakti!" He called again with such adoration and extended his hand to touch her face. 

Cassandra shifted away just in time to avoid his touch, although her heart hammered so loudly against her chest and he heard every beat like a symphony. 

His gaze dipped and landed on the mark on her neck. Like a half moon, it sat with pride against her smooth skin. And then it wandered further down, all of her milky legs were on display for him to see. She wore a very short chemise today. 

Cassandra tightly shut them, seeing his roaming eyes.