Hellbound With You (WN)

His mind then brought back the words she had uttered to him. ”Alex… please come back to me. It ’s me… Abigail… your wife, ” she had said. ’My wife? ’ he thought. What was she saying? Why had she said those words? Was it only to try and make him snap out of his rage? To try and shock him with those words?

So many questions floated in his mind about this. He didn ’t know what to think. This little lamb, his wife? He had already decided that he would marry her. Only she would bear the title of his wife. Was that why she had said it? Did that mean that if he proposed to her, she would accept? Was that her way to telling him that she wanted to be his wife?

He didn ’t know. He shook his head. He would try and find out some of the answers to these questions when she woke up. He would ask her to explain what she meant when she said those words.

However, he couldn ’t help the small wisp of hope blooming within him. Had she finally fallen for him? Was it because of what happened last night?

He looked down at her face again as if he was just really seeing her for the first. Her long eyelashes grazed the top of her cheeks. Her soft, full lips were red. Her cheeks were pink and soft. He felt his heart flutter a little as he watched her. He then tucked her hair behind her ear before he cupped her cheek, closed his eyes and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

He pulled away and surveyed her face again but then his eyes drifted lower and landed on the bruises around her neck.

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His soft expression instantly became hard. His eyes blazed with an anger he could barely contain. He was more than angry at himself. His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white as he gritted his teeth. How could he do that to her? How could these hands of his mark her like that?

He closed his eyes because he didn ’t want to see that vision of him gripping her neck. How easily he could have squeezed the life out of her.