Bite Me Royal... (Mature Vampire Romance 18+)

Chapter Twenty

He does not shush or rush me in this moment of vulnerability. No, he only draws me to him as though in security, embraces me to the coolness of his chest till the tears leak no more. Then, he draws me gently by my palm and leads me to the doors of the balcony area. We lay there for long hours, our backs to the grounds and I yes fixated upon tiny twinkling stars that glimmer and glower back upon us.

The nightly breeze tickles and caresses and whispers sweetly nothings into my ears. The crickets immerse in a choir of endless chirping noises. One owl hoots and another follows suit as though in response. Heavens, the serenity birthed from the blend of it all is simply divine, holy.

"My prince, may I ask a thing?" I speak, looking from blackly skies to him.
"Go ahead," is simple response.

I deliberate my query, I ponder and select words carefully. Then, I shoot.

"Do you ever yearn for a life of mortality?" I question, I look back upon the darkly scenery.

"I do. I am incapable of wandering the streets at day break without my daylight ring lest my skin combusts. I cannot stay wake for far too long during the day hour due to the coerced slumbers I am to partake. I am incapable of drinking and feeding like mortals would seeing as I'd lose every ounce of strength my body holds and wither. I have to drink the blood of men. Sometimes, it's to the point of their deaths," he responds in a monotone.

"What does it taste like. Animal blood, what does it taste like?" I press, I plunge softly, I look to him.
"Rotten foodstuff," he responds and for the very first time, I witness him chuckle lightly which in turn causes me to smile.

He truly is a beautiful man sculpted by the hands of the Akhila gods.

"That bad?"
"Yes, it is."
"You know something, my prince? In one of the leather books I came upon knowledge that your kind is unable to copulate with man to birth children."
"It is a truth. We are only capable of breeding and producing with fellow immortals as well as with other supernatural beings."

I nod head in silent understanding of his words, let them sink deep and engrave in my box of thoughts and memories.

"And just how powerful is your sense of hearing?"

He ponders, he keeps mute, he responds.

"Mhmm, let's see. Right in this moment, I can clearly make out the soft sound of your pulse. My ears pick the smooth rushing of your blood to and from your heart. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots. No,, two owls hoot, several wolves howl, and the waters of a spring pour heavily into a larger water body, a lake. The great Lake Ahira."

Yes, I truly am perplexed, amazed, completely mesmerized at the depths of his words. To have such heightened senses. To have such power at the tips of your fingers. I look from the side of his face to his fingers that tremble subtly. He may be famished, perhaps battling against unspoken urges.

"Do you need to feed, prince?"
"I do, Yalifa. How'd you know?" he inquires, turns head to now gaze upon me.
"Well, your hands. They're trembling. Would you like to..."
"Do not ask this of me, Yalifa. Do not ask that I should drink from you. I may be unable to draw away, to halt before I...cause you harm."

There is concern to his words, a sincerity in them. I bring my palm to him hesitantly, cup his face.

"Drink, prince. You shan't hurt me, I trust you."

I witness it, I see it clear as day how he battles to refrain himself. How he leashes unseen urges. How his eyes flutter shut as he draws in a deep breath. How the venations litter around the sockets of each eye. Heavens, I see it all. Tentatively, he draws my palm to his mouth. Then, with a lengthened tooth, he pierces into the tip of my index and sucks on the scarlet that slowly dribbles.

My eyes flutter shut a single tear -a tear at the immense pleasure that swells within my body- rolls down my temple. It is nothing like I have felt in all my living, a pleasure so unfathomable, one that blossoms even in my womanhood. Then, it all ceases. The blissfulness ends just as suddenly as it commenced just as Amir halts in his lapping motions.

And as my eyes begin to open, it's as if I see far more vividly, more clearly now. I stare upon Amir, upon his skin that appears paler than usual and upon his browning eyes that hold within them a few speaks of the golden hue. Even his hairs which are usually of a blackly hue now possess a hint of dark brown at the very base.

"Yalifa, your eyes are the color of ashes.. Are you feeling alright? Did I drink far too much?" He inquires, concern slightly grazing his formerly tranquil voice as he works to feel my forehead, "shut then reopen your eyes for me, will you please."

And I heed to command, do as instructed.

"And now? What color are they?"
"They are the color of mud. Your abilities as a gypsy witch, did they ever come to light in the past?"
"No. Never, my prince."

He seems lost, deep in thought, too many questions bombarding his brain.

"I have never seen nor heard anything like this in all my living. I have met a lot of witches in my lifetime but none like you," he speaks, scratching the back of his head in surrender.

This could be the very beginning of it all. The moment in which my abilities surface. Heavens, may it be so, amin. For I have awaited and been patient in this wait.

"Do not tire yourself with unnecessary thoughts, prince. Everything shalt come to surface in due time. I shalt go prepare your bath now," I finalize, getting off the floors and proceeding for his chambers once more.

After taking precious time to warm the waters, adding a touch of fragranced herbs, Amir finally makes his way into the chamber. He works to shed his garment whilst he treads until he comes upon the edge of his bath in nothing but his nakedness. And yet, despite this nudity, I cannot look upon anything but him.

"Join me, Yalifa?" He voices, submerging his body.

Immediately, thoughts of his palms raking and traveling my body infiltrate my mind and I blink to discard them. Heavens, what are these thoughts so laced with lust?

"I can scent your arousal, Yalifa. On second thought, just lie down," he speaks with his arms wide spread over the edge of the depression in which he now sits.

I have not the clue what takes possession of my mind. Why I react in the manner do. Still, I do, I reach for the knot that ties and holds my bosom clothe in place and pull on it. It glides down my body and falls at my feet. I reach for the knots of my lengthy skirts and pull on them as well. It trickles and pools at my feet and I can only step out of them. All these I do whilst I maintain eye contact with the vampire prince.

"Yalifa, do you fathom that which you do to me?" Comes the huskiness of his baritone.

I answer not in words. Instead, I take one tentative step then another then another down the stairs that lead into the depression until my feet kiss the wet marble grounds. Yes, I may have fallen a tad bit insane...

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