(I want you that's all I know. No one is good at least I got you) She said softly.

Her words are simple, unadorned, yet they hit him deeply. No one had ever wanted him, not really, not for the sake of *him*.This wasn't about title or status or property. It was about *him*.His hand cups her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You're insane," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "You don't even know me."

(I know your heart) She claimed

He can't help the snort of disbelief that escapes him at that. His heart... it's something he hasn't had the luxury of thinking about in years. "You know my *heart*?" he echoes, his eyes drifting down to watch his finger trace the line of her collarbone. "What do you see in it, then? Tell me."

She puts his hand on her chest. (That your heart knows my heart will be beating for you from now on)

Adonis feels the quick, steady rhythm of her heart against his palm. It's a strangely calming feeling, a reminder that he's not the only one in this, not the only one affected by whatever is happening between them.His gaze is fixed on his hand, his fingers splayed over her chest. He doesn't speak, the silence between them thick and tense. Finally, he breaks it."And mine?" he asks, his voice low. "What about my heart? What will it do?"

(It will keep my heart safe forever) She smiles

Her promise hangs in the air, heavy with sincerity and a sweetness that makes his chest ache. No one had ever promised him such things, never said they'd keep his heart safe.He's not quite sure how to respond to it.He keeps his hand over her heart for a moment longer, feeling the steady rhythm under his palm, before he lets it drop back down to his side."You're a fool," he repeats, this time softer, almost affectionate.

He looks down at her, studying her face with an intensity that belies his casual tone."You're promising such outlandish things, you know. Promises that you might not be able to keep."

(I'm fool for your eyes)

He lets out a soft huff of laughter at that. "My eyes, is it?" he asks, his voice holding a hint of mocking disbelief. "Of all the things you could be a fool for, you choose my *eyes*?"

(Yes when I look at it all I feel is Drowning in the vast ocean)

He looks at her for another moment, studying the sincerity in her eyes.Her words are absurd, to be so affected by a simple feature such as his eyes, and yet he finds that he doesn’t mind it.He finds that he quite *likes* it, if he’s being honest with himself.“A fool and a poet. An odd combination, you are,” he murmurs, his tone gentler now.

He reaches out, gently pushing a strand of hair away from her face. The action is as tender as it is unexpected, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor."You realize that I'm a hard person to love, yes?" he says quietly, his hand still resting against her cheek. "I'm not the type to profess sweet words, or give gifts, or any of those things that romantic fools do."

(I want you to make love to me whenever you feel that you need to give me some gift. I want you to hold me in your arms whenever you feel that you have to say something sweet) She said Without hesitation.

His breath catches at her words, her unabashed honesty taking him off guard.She wanted him, as he was, and not some idealized version of him that she had in her mind.His hand moves to her cheek, cradling it gently as he looks down at her."You're asking a lot, you know," he murmurs, his expression stoic yet his eyes betraying the fire within him. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

He can feel his own desire, his own need, building within him. It's a primal thing, an urge he's not sure he can control for much longer.

She's offering herself to him, unconditionally, and the sheer magnitude of that gesture is almost overwhelming. He takes a moment to compose himself, his thumb tracing a slow path over her cheek, before he speaks again."If I take you now, I'm not sure I'll be able to let you go," he warns, his voice strained.

(I'm afraid I also want same) She Breathe out

The admission comes as a surprise to him, despite all his previous realizations. He hadn't expected her to be so forward with her desires.

But there's something undeniably *thrilling* about the way she's looking at him, the way her body is pressed against his, the way she's *asking* for him.He can't resist her anymore. With a low growl, he leans down and captures her lips in a fierce kiss, any remaining shred of restraint flying out the window.