Chapter Eighteen (Dragan)

Not understanding what she meant by that, nor did I even ask. "Before you leave can you at least tell me your name and why you in the castle to begin with?"

"Nuri and I heard you were looking for me. I wasn't here to steal. I just got a little hungry in the process of looking for you."

"Nuri? You really are not from around here are you?"

"I told you once before, you are no king of mine. See you around Dragan."

Watching her back turned towards me. I wanted to stop her. I wanted her all to myself, but I do not wish to scare her off the demons that lurk inside of me. I guess I just have to be patient.

...

Over the past couple of months, Nuri has come to visit me. She spoke for the people of the village. We always found ourselves lost in the conversation of life itself. It felt like she brought me back to life. As for my mother, after losing the baby she isolated herself in her room. Returned to her empty shell just as when my father died. I must say so, her losing the baby was by far the happiest day of my life. That child avoided a life of torment and chaos. Never once did I come to her room to check on her. I just left her to sulk in her pity. Me and Nuri's relationship grew into something more than just friends. Not once did I defile her body or forced her for anything more. She was precious to me and I did not want this ray of light to be consumed by the darkness that is in me. But I doubt it because it was her light that was beginning to rid me of the darkness that laid so heavily on my heart. I sit on the bed and stare at her with admiration. Looking out of the window lost in thought. She looks over to me and smiles as she rubs her hand across her necklace. Never once did she take it off. Made from twine that held a ruby stone.

"Nuri tell me about your necklace."

"There is not much to tell. It is just dear to me that is all. Protection you can say."

"Protection from what?"

She did not answer me. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling her down on the bed with one of my hands on her thigh.

"Fine don't answer it. How about we talk about something else?"

"What if I do not wish to talk anymore, but do something else instead."

I kissed her passionately. Feeling the smile spread across her lips through each kiss. Moving my hand up to her ass. Squeezing tightly. Hearing a moan escape her lips. I want to be as gentle as I possibly can. This is nothing like Samara. No hatred, no pain, just pure bliss.

"What's wrong?" I asked when she removed her hands around my neck. She said nothing. She just got up and laid me down onto the bed. Removing my shirt. I watch her as she slowly unstraps her dress as if falls effortlessly from her shoulders and onto the floor. This woman was by far the most gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on. She stood there caressing her neck, breast, and vagina. Absolutely beautiful. I wanted to touch her, but she stopped me every time I tried. Watching her please herself made me crave her more. She must have seen the yearning in my eyes. Unbuttoning my trousers and massaging my dick. Her hands small, fragile, but soft. Climbing on top of me. Her juices flowing onto my stomach. I just had to have a taste of her. Grabbing her thighs and lifting her. Sitting her directly on my face. Her succulent juices were sweet and tasteful. Devouring her, I can feel she was enjoying herself. Her legs tightening around my face, moaning loudly body shaking.

"Dragan I want to feel you inside me," she managed to escape through her teeth.

I picked her up once again, this time laying her gently onto the bed. As I climbed on top of her, I made sure I kissed every inch of her body before making my way to the top. Grabbing my dick, brushing it across her clit. Watching her close her eyes, biting her lips. Slowly insert me inside her. It was a little difficult. She grabs my shoulders and squeezes tightly. I look at her and notice a small tinge of pain on her face.

"Don't stop," she whispered in my ear when I was beginning to pull back. She was pure. Never once touched by a man until now. She trusted me to be the one to take her purity. With little force, my dick successfully entered her. Escaping her lips was another moan, but I could hear the pain that followed behind it. She was tight, extremely. As I slowly stroked her back and forth, her juices soaking my dick. Picking up the pace of my stroke when feeling me coming close to my climax. Feeling her walls tighten around my dick as she climaxed. Following right behind her. I could not help but to chuckle a little when her body curled up a little after removing my dick from inside her.

"What is so funny sir?" She asked as I laid my weak body next to her.

"Everything you do is adorable."

"Adorable???"

"Yes adorable."

I play with the necklace around her neck. She moves my hand and removes the necklace. Sitting up and ties it around my neck.

"Do me a favor and wear this?"

"But this is yours."

"And I want you to have it, Dragan." Sadness overwhelms me when I noticed she was getting out of bed. I grabbed her hand.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

"Stay with me tonight? Don't leave."

"I can't."

She is hiding something. It is written all across her face. I do not dwell further on my thoughts because I don't want to find myself pressuring her for the answer. I took a deep breath and let the words that were so forbidden to me escape my lips.

"I love you."

She places her free hand on my face and kisses me.

"I know and I love you too."

"Then marry me. Nuri be my queen?" This was not a random outburst like last time. I meant it and she knew it.

"Tomorrow night I promise to give you my answer. But right now I have to go Dragan." I free my hand from her. She gets dressed, kisses me one last time. "I promise to tell you everything about me. Just wait until tomorrow night."

After Nuri leaves. Moments later and the bitch from hell arise.

"Well well look who rises from the dead."

"I needed you and you were nowhere to be found."

"Sorry Samara, but I did not care at all. Your sadness and loss meant nothing to me."

"We lost our child."

"No, you lost your child. I told you to get rid of it. But I guess it chose to die to get away from your heartless ass."

I went to grab me a drink when I was caught off guard by a slap across my face.

"Take heed to my words when I say this boy. With every ounce of breath in my body I will make damn sure you will feel the same pain I am going through. The only difference is that you will not know how to recover from it like me."

Tears falling from her eyes. Not tears of sadness but hatred. I think I just manifested this demon to its true potential. I wish I could say I care. I am lying to myself for just thinking that.

"Leave before I throw your ass back in the dungeon."

"You are going to regret everything."

Those words echoed in my head. It wasn't what she said that bothered me but the smile that planted across her face when she spoke. I fall on my bed. Laying in this empty room, staring up at the ceiling. The next morning I wake irritable. For some strange reason, I could not sleep at all last night. There is a bad feeling that sits heavily on my chest. I walk to the hall to enjoy breakfast but it was ruined as I see Samara sit at the end of the table. She looks up at me and smiles in amusement.