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She startled so violently, almost dumping that hot cup of coffee all over her lap. Her eyes went so wide as soon as she turned to peer over her shoulder, her body filling with blood-freezing fear.
Ares. Ares was there. Standing in the middle of Nicholas' chambers. Hands shoved deep in his dress pants' pockets. Staring at her so unabashedly. Those intense blue eyes of his sweeping over her form like a hungry wolf.
She wanted to scream with horror. Throw that coffee away and scramble into a desperate flee. She quickly placed the steaming cup back on the table with a shaky hand, rushing to cover herself with those sheets as best as she could. Heart pounding inside her chest as she fearfully stared at the frightening god.
"W-what are you doing here? H-how did you get in?" She blurted out, hugging those sheets close to her chest. She didn't like how vulnerable it made her feel. Her lack of clothing.
"Through the window," he smoothly answered, offering her a pearly white smile. It made her shiver with terror. Where was Nicholas? Why was she alone in here with this scary stranger instead??
"I was out for a morning stroll..." she watched him take a step in her direction, making all those tiny hairs raise up on her body with apprehension. Growing alarm.
"And then I felt your presence," he continued, his features remaining so frighteningly calm. Looking so relaxed. Like he was supposed to be there. Like this was all normal. Just a casual conversation between friends. She couldn't contain that growing horror. That fear that wanted to push through, and make her act impulsively. Scream. Call out for help. Throw something at him. She was even toying with the idea of trying to run away from him. Fight him, should the need arise.
"And I remembered that I am still owed a few hours of your precious time," he continued to talk so unbothered, the hint of a smile dancing on his perfectly-shaped lips. Showing her those dimples in his cheeks.
She blinked, almost losing herself for a moment. Misled by those charming looks of his. His otherworldly beauty. But then he started to talk again.
"It's been three days already. I'm starting to get a little impatient," his head tilted to the side as he said that, his gaze sweeping over her once again.
She couldn't help but shiver a little, chin wobbling. She didn't like his tone, or the way that he was looking at her. He was scaring her so much. She just wanted for Nicholas to return from wherever he was, that is if he was ever going to. Maybe he had just left her here, like she'd feared before arriving to this place. That had to be it. He'd taken what he wanted from her, and then he left. Leaving her all alone with these scary males.
"I take it you are already indulging into the palace's perks and charms," he subtly smiled again, gaze trailing around the spacious chamber before returning to her. Taking notice of those rose petals lying all around. The state of her dressing. Her disheveled hair.
She couldn't contain those few tears that escaped her eyes, her throat starting to hurt so much. Almost as much as her heart did.
"Funny, I recall Nyktos specifically mentioning that you're not here for leisure activities, little bloodsource," she heard the frightening male say with an emphasis on those last two words, her blurry eyes widening again. Body trembling with terror.
"Unless..." he trailed off, a mild frown creasing his features as he let his gaze roam over her once again. Evidently searching for any signs of mistreatment.
"I haven't done anything against my will," she impulsively croaked out with anger, her voice so hoarse from all that repressed fear. That growing despair bubbling up within her. How dare he? How dare he imply that Nicholas would ever lay a hand on her?
He simply looked at her for another moment. Silent. Contemplating.
"Very well," he conceded, exhaling slowly.
She let out a shaky breath, blinking away another set of tears as she stared at the intimidating god.
"I will be waiting for my time with you then, miss..." he purposely let that sentence unfinished, waiting for her to complete it and give him her name.
But before she could even part her lips and say anything his head suddenly turned to the side as if hearing something, his brows slightly furrowing with concentration. She shivered as his gaze then returned to her, offering her a rather sinister smile before pressing his index finger to his lips. Signalling for her to remain quiet.
She thickly swallowed, her eyes once again filling with unshed tears. Suddenly finding herself unable to even part her lips, let alone make a single sound. She wanted to scream with horror, call out for help.
Yet before she could even blink a second time, he suddenly disappeared into thin air. Leaving her all alone once again.
She loudly exhaled that breath that was stuck into her lungs as if breaking out of water, still feeling so shook and terrorized as she took a quick look around the room. Finding it completely empty. But she suddenly startled once again as those wooden doors flew open, revealing none other than Nicholas.
He strode into his chambers and she let out a half-relieved and half-desperate sob, tangling herself into those sheets around her as she struggled to get up and run to him. To the safety of his arms. She hastily got rid of that fabric that was restricting her movements, not even caring anymore that she was practically naked as she ran and threw herself into his arms. Burying her face into his shirt as she started to softly cry.
He immediately wrapped his arms around her shivery body, placing a kiss over the top of her head. She couldn't help but let out another hitching sob, feeling that pressing need to bawl her eyes out. Cry that horrible sensation away.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He gently asked, caressing her cheek and coaxing her to tilt her chin and look up into his eyes. Noticing that evident concern glinting in them.
She quietly stared up at him for a moment, so lost for words. Not even able to form a coherent sentence and tell him the cause of her distress. It somehow felt like she had just forgotten something. And she couldn't even tell what it was. Why was she crying again? What just...
She blinked, lightly shaking her head.
"Nothing, I was just...I woke up all alone in here and..." that sentence was interrupted by another sob that wracked throughout her, eyes peering between his.
"I thought that..."
Nicholas' jaw clenched as realization dawned upon him, that hand of his that was cupping the side of her face moving to bury into those locks at the back of her head and push her closer to him once again. Hugging her tight to his chest.
He pressed a fierce kiss on her head, fingers digging into her skin as he held her. Peppering a few more kisses into her hair. Feeling so desperate to hold her. Feel her. Breathe her in. He had absolutely no idea when he had become so obsessed with her. When he had started to feel so much for her. All he knew was that he did. So much more than he had ever felt for Adelaide. He was slowly coming to that realization now. That nothing could ever compare to this. To the feel of his mate. Her unique scent. That soothing feeling of having her in his arms. Breathing, safe and alive.
His. All his.
He'd been such a fool to deny this. To think that he could ever escape, that he could resist the pull. That special feeling. He'd been doomed, from the very moment that he turned into a vampire. From the very moment that those roses marked his skin, making him aware that he had a mate somewhere out there. A special connection, that nothing and no one could ever break. Not even him and his selfish nature. Not even death.
Diana tilted her chin to peer up at him for a second time, those beautiful eyes of hers wet with unshed tears as she shakily uttered out,
"Please don't leave me, Nicholas,"
"Never," he growled out in reply, leaning over to capture those trembling lips of hers into a yearning and passionate kiss. Showing her how much there was into his dark and dead heart. How much it longed for her. For her body. Her lips. Her soul. All of her.
He wanted to have her forever. Forever into his arms, trapped by his love. Filled with his cum. Marked with his kisses. Covered by his touches. He wanted to make her tremble from the pleasure, not pain or sadness. Nor fear. He wanted to make her cry with delight, over and over again. Make her happy. Spent. Sated. Full. Content.
She mewled a little into his mouth as soon as he let his hand slide downwards on her body, firmly cupping her ass. Giving it a nice little squeeze. Her hands immediately started to fumble with his shirt in return, hurrying to have it off of him as quick as possible. Yearning to have his skin against hers just as much.
So he happily obliged with a smirk and a snap of his fingers, making all those clothes disappear from his body in the blink of an eye, thanks to the palace's clever little tricks.
Diana gasped a little as soon as she felt nothing but skin touching hers now, pulling back a little to peer at his body.
She furiously blushed, her core though clenching and trickling with wetness as she saw that certain part of him standing erect and swollen for her. Showing her how much he wanted her too.
She bit her lip, raising a shaky hand into a timid attempt to touch him. Feel his skin under her fingertips. His warmth. She raised her gaze to peer into his eyes, her hand landing on his pectoral before she started to caress him gently. Exploring the feel of him. She wanted this. She wanted to feel as much as she could. Lose herself into him. She wanted to get lost into his arms. Lose her mind completely, and then find herself again. She wanted to taste every inch of him. Offer him as much as he already did to her. So she trailed her hand lower and lower. Going over those hard ridges of his muscles. Taking her time to explore. Feel him. Map out the contours of his body.
She could notice that he was breathing faster, with every inch conquered. With every movement that brought her closer to the center of him. That throbbing part of him. She licked her lips, peering into his hooded eyes. Watching his beautiful features contort with pleasure as soon as she tentatively wrapped her hand around him, his lips parting to whisper her name like a soft plea. It made her shiver with delight, another trickle of wetness gathering at her core.
He felt so soft and smooth, and equally hard. With straining veins spreading out like vines, his girth so thick and strong, her middle finger and thumb so far from meeting. It intimidated her a little, making her wonder how was she even able to take all that inside of her as she started to stroke him so gently, earning herself a tortured groan from him. She couldn't help but whimper in reply, her core pulsing with need. Yearning to be caressed by him like that once again.
But she forced herself to hold on for just a while longer as that eagerness to explore him prevailed. Making her so curious to try. To feel. To taste. So she pushed herself closer, pressing a soft kiss in the middle of his chest. Hearing that hitch in his breath. It spurred her on, loving those sounds of him. Liking the way that he felt. On her lips...her tongue...
She went lower and lower, kissing and licking at his skin. Loving that heady scent of him. His dark and delicious taste. She wanted to feel more...taste more... So she plunged down on her knees, that hand still wrapped around him as she finally reached out with her tongue, licking that bulbous and velvety head.
Nicholas moaned out, his inked hand immediately darting out to fist her hair. Letting out a string of curses as she licked him again. And again. He felt so good, so smooth and tasty. And those sounds of him were making her kitty weep. Sending jolt after jolt of pleasure. She wanted to clamp onto something. Relieve that building ache. So she wrapped her lips around his thick head, softly sucking a little. Making him groan out so delightfully. She mewled in return, her core trickling with heat. Dripping out onto the floor from that unsatisfied need. That building want. She was so wet. And so aroused. She swore that she was going to lose her mind the very moment that he touched her. She wanted nothing more than to be touched. Have him fill her again. But she liked it so much. The way that he was making those sounds, the feel of him on her tongue...It was all so incredibly stimulating, and she was tingling all over. Her breasts felt so full and sensitive, her nipples pebbling.
She softly touched herself, taking one breast into her hand. Pinching her nipple like she'd felt him do as she continued to suck onto him. Taking a little more.
He moaned again, his hips jerking a little. Forcing her to take just a little bit more. Her eyes widened, feeling that strain in her jaw. That mild discomfort in her muscles. He abruptly stopped, pulling himself away from her touch. Making her raise her gaze and stare up at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry. It pains me to stop this, truly, but I can't allow you to hurt yourself, sweetheart," he softly cupped her jaw, offering her a smile. One that didn't quite reach his eyes.
She blinked and continued to stare up at him, growing a little embarrassed. He took her hand in his, helping her get back up to her feet. Reaching out to hold her chin with his other hand. Making her stare into his blood-red eyes, noticing that hunger still glinting in them. That evident lust for her.
"That felt amazing, sweetheart. I loved every single second of it. I love the feel of you. Your warmth, your skin, your lips..." he uttered, making her blush again.
"But you and I both know that you're already soaking wet for me, and more than ready," he added after a moment, wrapping an arm around her waist. Bringing her closer to him. Allowing her to feel him against her. She couldn't help but moan out a little.
"So what kind of gentleman would I be if I kept my lady waiting like this? Shaking, and needy," her eyes widened a little as soon as he dove that hand that was previously holding her chin between them, going straight for her wet and tingling core. She softly whimpered, biting her lower lip as she felt him touching her there. Gingerly caressing her slick folds with his finger.
"No," he tsked, "We need to fix this, don't you think?" She could only stare between his eyes, lips parting to let out a louder mewl as he pushed one finger into her. Caressing her entrance.
"Yes..." was the only thing that she could utter, hands gripping onto his arms into an attempt to hold him close to her. To hold him there, where she wanted to.
He smirked, closely watching her as he played with her like that. Making her moan and squirm in his hands. Torturing her for just a few moments longer. And then he was taking her into his arms, going straight for the bed as he covered her mouth with his.