drops of blood

drops of blood
She picked up the dress and held it out to me, and I swallowed saliva to keep my throat from going dry. It was a gorgeous shade of emerald green, with a structured bodice, fitted waist and tiny black crystals sewn in a floral print that sparkled as they reflected the light.
"I think I'll look like a queen," I blurted out.
"Arthur's queen." The makeup artist sighed dreamily as she leaned against the dressing table, her hand cupping her chin as she watched me put on the dress.
The bodice was surprisingly modest, barely revealing the curve of my breasts, but there was no bare back and the stylist reached into her purse.
" Just one last thing. " She pulled out a necklace studded with what looked like tiny rubies and from which a huge ruby-colored pendant was dripping. She motioned for me to come closer and fastened the clasp at the front of my neck so that the pendant dangled between my shoulder blades and the smaller gems glittered down to the base of my neck, like tiny drops of blood.
"Awesome," he whispered as he motioned with his finger for me to take a turn.

I looked over my shoulder into a full-length mirror. Wearing a necklace backwards was not something I would have thought of, but the unexpected effect on my skin was incredible.
"You're ready, Cinderella. " The makeup artist let out a giggle and the hairdresser shushed her and gave her another warning look.
"We hope you have a lovely evening, Miss Harper, " the hairdresser said in a voice so reverent I almost expected her to curtsy.
I walked up the stairs and paused with one hand on the banister to see Arthur downstairs, looking up at me expectantly. At the sight of me, he half-opened his lips and his eyes widened like saucers. As I walked slowly toward him, his gaze seemed to sweep over me, almost searing my dress, and a heat rushed across my skin as an electric current crackled between us.
As we reached the hallway, he approached me; his gray eyes brimmed with desire, though his face reflected the tension of a predator. It was not a look I had ever inspired in men before.
I felt a tightness in my chest as I tried to breathe, but I was caught in some kind of spell. Arthur's spell .
"Do you like the dress?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracked and my laughter turned sharp as he leaned toward me, his breath warm against my ear.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful," he murmured softly, just for me, "And you tempt me to forget about the party and take that dress off right here so I can see the rest of you." He stepped back again, his gaze still smoldering and hungry as he watched my face.
I opened my mouth to respond, but there were no words. I exhaled a small sigh as lust delicately coursed through me, tightening in my belly, and I grew moist with desire.
Mr. Danny cleared his throat discreetly from a corner and Arturo grabbed my hand, suddenly spurred into action.
"We have to go before I fuck you in the wood "he murmured.
ARTURO
My goodness! Just seeing Amara in the dress she had chosen... I knew it would be perfect. And who would have given her that necklace..... The blood rushed through my veins just seeing the red around her neck, where I wanted my teeth to pierce her delicate skin, where a thin trickle of blood might escape. I wanted to scoop up drops of her blood with my tongue as she writhed in pleasure beneath me.
She smelled divine; her scent, the power of her blood, called to mine. I couldn't help but tell her what I wanted to do to her. Her image alone clouded my mind, making my existence and my movements seem like a dream.
The world quieted around me, but I had to act. I took her by the hand to lead her to the limo, though the thought of being in such a small, enclosed space with her.... I shook my head as my cock jerked against my pants.
Fuck. I wasn't ready for an assault on my senses like this. Touching her was almost painful, and I struggled to master my baser desires. I wanted to drag her anywhere, anywhere, and possess her, savor that first bite. Hell, I wanted her beneath me on the hardwood floor as I pleasured her.
I couldn't have picked a better wife even if I'd sought her out myself. And, fuck, I didn't believe in fate, but there was Amara . She almost presented herself to me, perfect in every way. All that strength, all that power.... So many possibilities.
And tonight, she was gift-wrapped. I wanted to caress her to the last detail, to unwrap her and reveal her soft skin to my hands, my lips, my tongue. I wanted to graze her neck with my fangs. I wanted to pierce her and sink my cock into her.
I wanted all of her.
Every last movement, every last moan.
I wanted my name on her lips and I wanted it all now, to feel her power coursing through me, claiming me as hers as I claimed every part of her as mine.
Thoughts of that first mouthful drove me almost mad with need, and I looked toward the waiting limousine, thinking about what we were going to do that night, what I could accomplish by attending the party and enjoying the first public display of my virgin.... My partner.