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One night with the King(Updated everyday)

"Open your eyes for me please. Let me see the desired in them." Lucius pleaded as he took her lips again. He had felt his own climax when she did. Her screams sending unending waves of pleasure to his cock. He had come fast and hard with a groan of his own and now he feared that he had hurt her. "Please." He pleaded again when she didn't respond. She was so deep in pleasure that she couldn't hear him. He felt an overwhelming happiness that he had given his soul mate that much pleasure. But he needed to be sure that it was indeed pleasure. He wanted to do right by her. He wanted her to tell him that she loved this. Monica opened her eyes slowly tears falling from it as she did. "Tears of pleasure?" He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer. Monica couldn't speak and she knew it. She didn't even try to speak her voice was clogged as so many emotions ran through her, the most outstanding being intense pleasure. I must enter you now." he warned her begging for permission. He didn't want to hurt her. She nodded in understanding but she knew as much as he did that gestures weren't enough. A promise came softly from her lips as she spread her knees wider for him." Take me because from this moment I'm yours." Settling between her legs, he balanced on his forearms. He shook with anticipation and need. His body was coiled, his chest on fire, his heart now a mallet swinging inside his chest. "By the great sun, it has never been like this." "Never?" Monica asked still in a cloud of her own desire. Her body had begun to writhe beneath his. Her sex smelled so sweet and beckoning. Lucius wanted to suckle her again going low but his other needs were too great. "Never." Much to his surprise, he felt his invisible binding tendrils release from his shoulders and arms, his legs, even his buttocks. He had felt this when he kissed her in the forest and when he was alone with her in the dining. Every time he saw her his body craved to be bound to her, there was no resisting it. "What is that sensation?" she asked. "Like fingers rippling over my skin." "The invisible binding ropes. I am so sorry, Monica I have waited for you for such a long time a century to be precise. The prophecy promised me a soul mate one who would be bound to me. I have waited so long to feel this pleasure. The pleasure my people who have been bound to their mates felt. I want this my body cannot resist it. My body feels a need to bind you to me I can't control it." *** Two humans are kidnapped and forcefully made to live as mates to the King of all Vampires and the strongest Alpha. They are both bound by one thing, their humanity_but other than that their fates are completely different. This is the story of the Vampire king Lucius the sun of Apollo who was cast down to earth by Zeus and his mortal mate, Monica. It features, The war and trepidation that surrounds the vampire kingdom. The humans they love and the humans that love them. The werewolves they align and the alpha's that make terrible decisions. Even the witches that threaten to extinct vampires are not left out of this tale. This is a story of love and war and no one is bound to play fair. warning: Contains mature content.

Miraharlson · Fantasy

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115 Chs

43. Trapped

Her head was buried on his shoulders as he whispered sweet promises into her ear. He held in his hands her curly blonde hair which fell to her side he then slid it behind her ear. Her tears stained his suit but he didn't mind. He was going to use it to remember her. It will be his favourite suit.

"I am so sorry." He whispered again. His voice clogged from tears. His lips twitched as he fought the urge to cry.

"It's alright." Ciara said raising her head up from his head. "I understand." She smiled at him an all too fake smile. She didn't understand she couldn't have. He himself didn't understand. Nothing was clear and yet everything was. They couldn't be together.

Ciara stood up shaking. Her legs felt like they belonged to Someone else and not her, but then maybe it did belong to someone else, him. He once told her that he owned her, every bit of her, every fibre of her being. She had believed him.

"I'll leave now." She smiled adjusting her skirt. She was always smiling even in tears. Adrian quickly jumped up from the chair like a force had pulled him up. He held her to himself and hugged her fiercely. Not minding her weak squeals. Ciara cried. It seemed to be all she could do lately. Cry.

When she had quieted down. She looked up at him her eyes red and sore. Sweat formed on her forehead. "Please." Was all she could say before he took her lips in hers.

She loved the way he kissed her. The pure manly power he exhibited when he claimed her lips. She loved the taste of him and he loved the taste of her. He knew within him that he would never get to love anyone as much as he loved her but he thought he had no choice even when he did.

She kissed him slowly still shaken from crying too much. She let him lead the way while she submitted to his wishes. They were both two engrossed in the kiss, savouring each others lips, tasting and loving the feel of each other that they didn't hear the knock on the door neither did they hear the footsteps. But they heard the clap because unlike the knock and the foot step the Clap was loud and precise.

The Clap was to cause shock and it did for both of them Both left the sweet comfort of each others arms and detached from the heavenly taste of each others lips.

"Adrian why am I not surprised." Came a voice they both knew who the owner was. It was that tiny voice that held with it power.

In fear and shock they both stood still both nervous. Still they could taste each other on their lips and they didn't want the taste to go.

The woman who had made her presence known with a clap now stood in front of them with rage filled eyes and a disappointed countenance.

She was smallish and petite unlike Ciara who was thick. She looked weak like a damsel in distress but do not let her looks deceive you she was anything but weak. You could see her strength if you looked deeper. More than her appearance was that striking charisma and perfect stance that made her both intimidating and lovely.

"Amara." Adrian sighed, his feelings moved from the shock of being caught to irritation in just seconds. Letting go of Clara's shaking hands he took the few steps to Amara circling her, becoming the predator now Instead of the prey. He was using her love for him against her, he knew that she could do anything to keep him including taking his Bullshits."What are you doing here?" He asked folding his hands across his chest. He gaped at her trying to intimidate her.

Amara shook in anger and hurt. She could not believe that he had the nerve to ask her such a stupid question.

"I believe I am your fiancée and that question should not be directed at me but to that woman by your side." Amara hissed. A strand of hair fell down her face from her dark hair tied behind her head in a tight ponytail. "I can't believe you, you have the nerve to ask me what I'm doing here when I just caught you cheating on me her. How dare you?"

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