<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">“Hi. Are you having a dream too?”</span></span><br/><br/>Asmodeus smiled and hid his face into her neck for a moment while she continued asking,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">“Or are you just sharing my dream. Do I know you? You seem familiar as if I have loved you one of my lifetimes. Your hand is between my legs, that has to mean I trust you. I know I want you.”</span></span>He chuckled in response and took her hand away from his face, entwining their fingers together.<br/><br/>He stared deep into her eyes with a bemused expression, with longing; his long golden hair teasing Isolde's neck.<span style="font-style: italic">“You know me, but I do not think that you will remember me after you wake up, dearest,”</span><br/><br/>He moved his hand away from hers and placed his palm upon her chest, tongue flicking against his upper lip slowly.<span style="font-style: italic">“I am not very sure if you have loved me once, but in your current life you despise me, Isolde.” </span>Asmodeus smirked, eyes roaming freely over the woman's soaked frame. Her sight through the wet shirt that clanged to her delicious body sent a jolt of pure desire straight to the man's groin.<br/><br/>His throat produced a restraint sigh leaking with want as he smiled broadly and got up slowly on his bare feet; his own clothes dripping wet from the waves that washed over their darkest miseries.<br/><br/>Some people create war and misery, some create wealth and money. Some create ideas and art, but Asmodeus had created it all and<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>was the only life purpose left, after he had lost it all. He denied the truth for weeks, but now he could no longer life to himself. He needed to be cautious of what to say and when to say it. This was their escape, her escape; his way of begging for her forgiveness for he could no longer live with the guilt or see her in the bed of another man even if the man wished her no ill. Circumstances he could not alter but the best fighter is never angry and he needed to proceed wisely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Come with me, I wish to show you something.”</span>He gave his hand to the woman and locked his eyes on her two precious blue gems, a wolfish smile curved both corners of his firm lips. He had plans for her.