His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God?

Adira decides to sleep beside her.

He's been giving her space for the last few days because she recovered her memories of her first life and he didn't want to pressure her suddenly.

Since she thinks that he hasn't even grown puberty hair, it's alright for him to sleep with her.

"What are you doing here?" She squints at him when he comes to her.

"I was having nightmares." He grins at her. "So, I want to sleep with you."

"Go to your bed now." She points at the door, faint redness appearing on her cheeks. The boy's robes are loose. She can see his smooth chest. Though she wants to appreciate the beauty, it is still wrong.

Adira has noticed her gazes. He 'accidentally' loosens the robe more. "We are husband and wife, but what can a boy do to his older wife? Do not worry, Ari. I don't even have puberty hair."

He stretches his arms and crosses them behind his head, leaning backwards. The front of the robe parts, showing off his assets in full glory. He sees her look away and blushing harder. He smirks evilly and says, "What's this? Are those 'hairs'?"

She tries to run away but he grabs her by the waist and pushes her on the bed. "I want to see if you have 'puberty' hair."

"Shut up." She covers her chest. "Don't even think of doing strange things."

"I won't. I only want to see." Adira pins her wrists on the bed. "I am curious to see the hair of older women."

"I am not that old." She stammers. "I am 15 physically. We are still kids. We shouldn't be doing these things."

"15." He lays himself down on the top of her. "Does my body feels young to you?"

She widens her eyes when she sees him shed off the appearance of the 14 years old Adira. He grows bigger, taller, and more beautiful — broad shoulders, chiselled jawline, and smooth beige skin.

She can't tell his age. He presses her palms on his muscled chest. "Am I mature enough now for your consideration? If you don't like, I can grow older or younger. I told you that I am a god. I can control my age or appearance easily. But, this is my true appearance."

Her throat turns dry when her eyes fall on the V-line.

True appearance. She's in awe. He looks like a man in his early 30s. No, maybe it's in the late 20s. She can't tell. There's something timeless about his appearance. His dark eyes are sucking her into him like a black hole. She swallows. If he does anything now, she won't be able to say no.

Adira leans closer to her ear. His voice is dark and husky. "Can you accept me as your husband then?"

"Why me?" She stares into his eyes. "If you are a god, then why do you want to be with me? I am a commoner."

"You are not a commoner." He kisses her lips, licking and sucking. She feels strange sensations in her body as if a small hot tornado is building in her stomach and spreading outward. She wants him to continue kissing. He pecks her once before continuing his words. "You don't remember now. You were my harbinger once. You freed me from the darkness of my own heart. You taught me how to love again. When you were gone, I realized that the world had stopped revolving for me. There was nothing, but I couldn't die. I am an immortal. That's when I envied the mortal beings."

She listens to him silently. He sounds truthful and lonely.

"I already loved you, but I didn't want to admit because I was afraid," Adira whispers to her softly. "When you were gone, I realized my mistake. I was a fool. You loved me without any restraint but I kept holding myself back. You taught me what it meant to live. A mortal taught a god how to live and love. But you made that miracle. When nobody believed me, you believed me. You loved a god who was hated by the entire world. Ari, I don't know when I started loving you back. But you are essential for me to live. A world without you wasn't a world at all. I lived with your memories, hoping for a miracle. It happened and you were born in this world. Your soul was saved."

This man loves her.

Ari's heart is beating erratically. She can understand now. She has lived another life in another world after she died on Earth and before she was born here. This God already knows her from that world. Does she really love him? She can't remember.

"Even if you can't remember me..." He nudges her ear with his nose. His hot breath falls on her sensitive skin. "I am grateful that you are alive. Your soul exists. You are back to me. Even if you don't love me, I will love you so much that you will start loving me back. I will take you to your world. I want to see that world where you lived a life once. I will love you for the rest of our eternity. We will have a family. I will make you happy every day. This is a promise of a god and your Kyo."

Her Kyo? She turns her head and looks into his eyes. Those eyes... Where had she seen them before?

She decides to stay with him. Maybe she will remember.

A few years are gone.

Adira has grown on her. However, she can't accept him either. One day, he tells her that they should return back to Iravan.

"We have lived here long enough." He runs his fingers through her hair, stroking her. "Sleep. I will take you home tomorrow."

She doesn't close her eyes. She keeps staring into those dark eyes, thinking why does she suddenly find them familiar until she falls asleep.