The Black Wolf's Mark by Pet Torres Read Free Book Online

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    “Why not? It’s not normal for a person like you walking alone in the forest during the night.”
    “I made my last request to them.”
    “Last request?”
    “Yes, tomorrow midnight, I’ll be burned. And I requested from my aunt Lyra and Norton to let me be free like a bird this night, for me to have fun in my own way.”
    “And did they agree to that madness?”
    “Yes, they did − because I told to them that my bigger danger is just my death tomorrow. It doesn't make sense for people to watch over a person that is sentenced to die on the following day.”
    Zidane remains silent. Amarilis’s thoughts make sense and he makes a grimace trying not to imagine his sweetheart’s death by fire.
    She hugs him tightly as she feels that her last hours of life together with him are passing quickly with every second that ticks away.
    “I want to spend my last night here, together with you – I want these hours to last forever.”
    Zidane holds his lover’s hand with his own hands and gazes into her white eyes and asks her with great concern, “Do you trust me?”
    Her fingers pass lightly over the skin of the boy’s arms, at the same time as she dares to answer him in a timid voice, “Yes, I do.”
    Zidane gazes intensely at Amarilis’s face while they are seated in the middle of his uncomfortable bed, both of them facing each other.
    Amarilis feels her dress slide over her body, from top to bottom, and a cloth piece runs by her head and also through her arms.
    Zidane throws the black dress on the ground and he gazes in tenderness at the girl’s image as she is free from her clothes, her long black hair is hiding her ample breasts.
    She gazes straight ahead as she is feeling the strong presence of her lover, his hands surprise her more and more.
    He gently moves his right hand over her left shoulder and places her long locks behind her shoulder. Amarilis feels another shiver as she feels him running his fingers over her breast, and then his mouth and also his hot tongue touches it. And at this moment she looks up and releases a small groan.
    Then, Zidane’s hand holds her nape firmly and he brings her face to his and he kisses her deeply.
    She embraces him and feels his body heat and this warmth makes her remember fire which she’ll be burned by the next day.
    Her lips touch his shoulder and he receives a light bite over his full-blooded skin.
    And they spend an entire night loving each other, exploring each other under the sweet sensations of pleasure from both and also under the bitter thoughts of this being their first and last night of love together.
     
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    The first sun rays cross over the cavern window and some rays arrive at Zidane’s serious and thoughtful face. He is seated on his bed, his back is leaning against the wall, and Amarilis is still asleep in his arms, like an angel or a defenseless child.
    His fingers run gently over the ribs of his muse that is totally nude, and an old mantle covers her from the waist down.
    Some minutes later she awakens from her deep sleep and her lips add several delicate kisses over the chest of her man. In his arms she feels protected and for some moments she also feels that nothing bad can happen to her, not even death.
    “It’s already daylight,” Zidane informs her in a melancholic voice.
    His thoughts calculate bitterly the remaining hours they have left until Amarilis’s death.
    The witch embraces him intensely, as if that was her last embrace and her voice is hoarse from crying.
    “I−love−you.”
    The girl’s tear trickles down to the boy’s chest while she tries to continue speaking. 
    “Promise me you’ll never forget − me! Even after my−death.”
    The boy holds her nape firmly and brings her face to his and he says with determination, anger and a ffliction, “I promise you that death will never separate us.”
    His forehead touches hers and in that moment he says, “Trust me.”
    After that he kisses the top of her head and