Euphoria Is Painful

iv. Healing

Mikhail, without any hesitation slipped her burnt finger into his mouth. It hurt but she was more surprised than anything.

His eyes had been closed as he savoured her finger, his tongue running along her skin without an inch of separation.

Soon enough, his lashes fluttered as he made eye contact with her. His gaze never left hers as he licked her finger slowly.

A while later, he hesitantly removed his mouth from her finger and held it in his hand. "See? That feel better?"

Her eyes filled with bewilderment and surprise alike as she saw the her finger was fully healed. Fresh skin had already covered her healed flesh wherever his tongue had touched.

"You probably already know this. Vampire saliva can heal wounds. Now then....." He took her hand and started slowly licking the rest of her wounds, his eyes never moving from her own. A blush crept up her face as her heart quickened it's pace.

Once her hand was completely healed, his lips left her hand but even then, he held her tiny hand in his, still looking at her.

She didn't know how to respond and so she shyly shifted her gaze to the pile of clothes she used as a pillow.

He also sat in silence, not understanding exactly why but knowing full well that this little human had him interested. Realising that the rest of the day lied ahead without the need for the King, he decided that he wanted to stay with her.

Lily's P.O.V

I didn't even know his name but he was acting so familiar. Or maybe this is what people act like normally. I really wouldn't know.

After coming to the castle, mother was all I had. I was disliked a lot by other people for not being able to speak. I really don't understand why. But I assume people think I'm cursed.

But the vampires I met and this man...... Why are they so nice to me? I really don't understand.

I want to know his name. But I wonder if he would tell a maid that. I should atleast try asking.

'May I ask for your name?' I wrote.

The man eyed the paper for a bit. He did not answer.

I lowered my eyes, disappointed. But just when I was about to slip the paper away, he spoke.

"Mikhail. That's my name."

Mikhail. It was such a beautiful name. It sounded angelic. And although this man was a devilish beauty, I felt as if he wore his name like a perfectly fitted glove.

He opened his mouth again, about to say something but suddenly stopped himself. But then he crawled upto me and his hand trailed up my face, lighting everywhere he touched on fire.

"Were you always mute?" I didn't know what warranted the question but absentmindedly nodded as my nerves were still completely focused on his skin against mine.

"Mm. I want to try something. Don't panic."

His words were confusing. But just as I was about to question him, he suddenly hoisted me up and pulled me onto his lap.

Mikhail's P.O.V

Her pretty doe eyes shone like gemstones as confusion was written all over them.

I really am using experimentation as an excuse to taste her, huh? But I honestly can't help but give in to the urge to have her cherry lips which were painfully bruised and have this enchantress enchanted by me too.

I bit my tongue hard. It was convenient that I could control my healing properties upto some extent since I could do this.

"Come closer." She leaned in, a pretty blush creeping up her pretty cheeks.