me to sit up and bounced me on top of him.
“Then don’t,” I said opening my eyes to see his were blood red.
“Can I bite you?” he said. “Let me bite you, Candice,” his words were strangled by desire and withheld strength.
“Bite me” I cried, pulling closer to him and turning my head.
I felt hot pressure then nothing but pleasure traveling from my neck to my clit. It was too much and I exploded on him, shrieking and bouncing sound off the walls. The plants held some of the acoustics in but I feared had anyone been near the exterior pool they would hear us.
He had been holding back, speeding up and holding me closer, with one hand on my back and the other on my clit he forced another orgasm before spilling his seed inside of me. He came with an audible sigh as if he had been sexual deprived and had only just reached relief.
I felt him carry and lift me from the water’s edge. Through a secret door, we returned to the other side of the pool. I was somewhere between sleep and levitation. His bite had supercharged me, I could hear my blood rushing through my veins and I could feel a soreness throughout my entire body. I liked it. We ended up in a huge shower and he set me gently down on a bench. With running water, he washed me taking care to wash the chlorine from my hair and be gentle. He kissed the bruises forming on my waist.
I could tell he felt remorse.
“Don’t you dare say it,” I warned. He huffed. “Don't apologize for something that felt so good. If you do, I will think you regret being with me and if you do, that’s just humiliating.” I said.
He bent so he could look into my eyes. “That was one of the best nights of my existence. I will never regret that. I regret bruising you and I regret that it’s over, but never you.” He kissed me quickly on the lips before wrapping me in a huge towel. With the water off, he cradled me to his chest in silence that held no tension.
“It doesn’t have to be,” He said.
“What doesn’t have to be?” I asked in a drowsy tone.
“Candice, will you be my bride? I don’t want this to be over and I don’t want to choose another. I want you. If you’ll have me, I’ll announce it right now, and end this party.”
“What?” I startled and turned so I could see him clearly. His eyes had returned to a green color though they were still rimmed in red and he was breathing evenly. This was not a man under any influence or not thinking clearly, “Don't’ you want to talk to others to be sure?”
He shook his head no.
“I ran into you running away from them, all of them were vultures.”
“But your mother, you said she hated humans.” Even as I asked this, my heart was pumping with so many emotions, like excitement
“She has a prejudice, yes, but she isn’t looking for a bride, I am.” He spoke with confidence and I continued looking for excuses.
“Are you sure?” I asked with nervousness.
“I am. I know what I want. I do not wish to live eternity with someone petty, prejudice or in love with my money. I want someone for me.” He spoke in earnest and I knew I wanted to say yes. My heart soared in elation. I never imagined I’d end up with a King. Seriously, every girl eventually gets the memo that Disney sells a bunch of fake goods in those fairy tales. I was content in my small apartment, taking the subway and writing the best articles I could pen. But I wanted love, needed it and who knew it was just around the river bend, waiting for me.
“OK.” His smile was big and softened any resolve I had, “Yes David.”
He whooped and hurried us to our clothes.
“Come on, get dressed.”
“What’s the rush?”
“I want these people out of my house now. I have my bride and can’t wait to get to know more about her.” I blushed and redressed, wishing for once I had dressed to impress instead of in this plain romper.
Chapter 4
It is so hard to find someone who understands you. Out of the few years humans live,
“Then don’t,” I said opening my eyes to see his were blood red.
“Can I bite you?” he said. “Let me bite you, Candice,” his words were strangled by desire and withheld strength.
“Bite me” I cried, pulling closer to him and turning my head.
I felt hot pressure then nothing but pleasure traveling from my neck to my clit. It was too much and I exploded on him, shrieking and bouncing sound off the walls. The plants held some of the acoustics in but I feared had anyone been near the exterior pool they would hear us.
He had been holding back, speeding up and holding me closer, with one hand on my back and the other on my clit he forced another orgasm before spilling his seed inside of me. He came with an audible sigh as if he had been sexual deprived and had only just reached relief.
I felt him carry and lift me from the water’s edge. Through a secret door, we returned to the other side of the pool. I was somewhere between sleep and levitation. His bite had supercharged me, I could hear my blood rushing through my veins and I could feel a soreness throughout my entire body. I liked it. We ended up in a huge shower and he set me gently down on a bench. With running water, he washed me taking care to wash the chlorine from my hair and be gentle. He kissed the bruises forming on my waist.
I could tell he felt remorse.
“Don’t you dare say it,” I warned. He huffed. “Don't apologize for something that felt so good. If you do, I will think you regret being with me and if you do, that’s just humiliating.” I said.
He bent so he could look into my eyes. “That was one of the best nights of my existence. I will never regret that. I regret bruising you and I regret that it’s over, but never you.” He kissed me quickly on the lips before wrapping me in a huge towel. With the water off, he cradled me to his chest in silence that held no tension.
“It doesn’t have to be,” He said.
“What doesn’t have to be?” I asked in a drowsy tone.
“Candice, will you be my bride? I don’t want this to be over and I don’t want to choose another. I want you. If you’ll have me, I’ll announce it right now, and end this party.”
“What?” I startled and turned so I could see him clearly. His eyes had returned to a green color though they were still rimmed in red and he was breathing evenly. This was not a man under any influence or not thinking clearly, “Don't’ you want to talk to others to be sure?”
He shook his head no.
“I ran into you running away from them, all of them were vultures.”
“But your mother, you said she hated humans.” Even as I asked this, my heart was pumping with so many emotions, like excitement
“She has a prejudice, yes, but she isn’t looking for a bride, I am.” He spoke with confidence and I continued looking for excuses.
“Are you sure?” I asked with nervousness.
“I am. I know what I want. I do not wish to live eternity with someone petty, prejudice or in love with my money. I want someone for me.” He spoke in earnest and I knew I wanted to say yes. My heart soared in elation. I never imagined I’d end up with a King. Seriously, every girl eventually gets the memo that Disney sells a bunch of fake goods in those fairy tales. I was content in my small apartment, taking the subway and writing the best articles I could pen. But I wanted love, needed it and who knew it was just around the river bend, waiting for me.
“OK.” His smile was big and softened any resolve I had, “Yes David.”
He whooped and hurried us to our clothes.
“Come on, get dressed.”
“What’s the rush?”
“I want these people out of my house now. I have my bride and can’t wait to get to know more about her.” I blushed and redressed, wishing for once I had dressed to impress instead of in this plain romper.
Chapter 4
It is so hard to find someone who understands you. Out of the few years humans live,
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