Lily and Mikhail's meetings at night grew more and more. Though the passion they held wasn't visible, she still felt it even when he would simply lie down on her lap and have her stroke his hair while he fell asleep.
She couldn't help but blush as she pressed the fingertips she had caressed his locks with to her lips. She could only wish for the man to have eyes for her.
Alas, it was but wishful thinking, Lily thought. For no man of noble descent, vampire or not, could disregard their lineage and elope with a commoner, a servant nonetheless.
She still wanted to cherish his presence while it lasted so she willingly gave in to temptation.
"What has your thoughts so occupied, hm?" Mikhail's voice snapped her out of her daze as she hurriedly glanced at him.
His expression betrayed not his thoughts and so she simply shook her head.
"Lies. But I shall not prod you if you wish not to tell me, darling."
A blush crept up her cheeks as she heard the nickname he had prepared for her. Everytime he called her 'darling', her heart would pound exceedingly faster as she turned her burning face away. Him, being a vampire, would notice this and simply smirk.
Her fingers lazily threaded through his locks as he closed his golden eyes, a groan slipping past his lips. She wished it could be like this forever.
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"Lord Nikolai! What a coincidence!" Mirael exclaimed, a grin on her lips. Nikolai suppressed the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes as he glanced at the annoying human.
"Oh? Are you not accompanying His Majesty today?" Nikolai was about to walk away wordlessly, not being able to stand the pretentious wench, when Felix appeared.
"His Highness happens to be quite occupied with certain matters that he has chosen to deal with personally. Please refrain from seeking him out at this moment."
Mirael feigned sorrow as she spoke pitifully.
"My Lords, I merely seeked you to warn you"
Her words perked up Nikolai's interest. When she saw that they were listening, she held back a smirk and spoke innocently.
"I heard rumours that there is a girl in the palace who is able to bewitch vampires and humans alike. They say she is the descendant of a Siren. The woman is disguised as a maid and has already claimed the souls of a few. I only wish to keep My Lords out of harm's way."
Felix's face was stoic but he obviously wasn't buying into the woman's words but he didn't want to outright disrespect her so he sugarcoated his words.
"Lady Mirael, worry not. We shall deal with this accordingly. As pure-bloods, no magic shall affect us that easily. You need not fret over our well-being. Please do not interrupt us due to worry. I assure you that this will be dealt with."
Saying that, Felix walked out of the room followed by a suspicious Nikolai. Mirael's grin too seemed to fade.
She bit her nails and she grit her teeth. "How dare they act as if my words are insignificant?! They are not even the King! They are below me! I am the Empress to be! I will see to it that you are punished!"
Her anger appeared to have melted away as a sinister expression took hold of her face.
"I haven't dealt with that wench myself. Ah, it has been decided. That bitch will suffer by my own hands."
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"Take care of yourself. I'll know if you skip meals." Mikhail said as he was about to leave.
Lily didn't want to part with this man just like that. She couldn't help but remember how he gently let her have his blood for the sake of healing her and how tenderly he had held her just a few moments before.
She unconsciously grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt as he was about to move away.
When Mikhail suddenly paused, she realised what she had done and hesitantly took her hand off but she failed to realise the fact that her action implied quite obviously that she wanted him to be with her.
Mikhail could restrain himself no longer.
The hallway was silent as he suddenly hoisted her up into his arms, making her yelp. He pushed her back to the wall as he held her in his arms. Their lips found eachother and blood rushed to his lower half when he heard her pretty moans as they kissed.
His lower half throbbed with need as her precious moans cascaded down her pretty lips. She was turning him into a mad man.
Her eyes were wet from pleasure as she wrapped her frail arms around his thick neck. She blushed when she heard him moan from her touch.
He knew not of how much time had passed while he devoured her lips but he could sense that she was out of breath.
As their lips parted, her heavy breaths filled his ears and he resisted the urge to kiss her again. He didn't want to strain her.
"Off you go to sleep now. Good night, darling."
She wondered if he wielded magic for a moment. As soon as he told her to, her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep in his arms.
He watched her sleep in his arms for a bit before remembering that they were in the hallway. He scolded himself for being careless but reassured himself saying that it was dark anyways.
He carried her inside her room and laid her neatly on the bed, covering her petite figure with all the blankets that he could find.
As he watched her sleep, he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
'This girl..... I'll definitely make her mine....'
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The woman had seen it all.
She saw a pale haired human girl being intimate with a raven haired vampire.
She didn't recognise the vampire but even from what little she had glimpsed, she could tell he was devilishly handsome.
Jealousy burned in her throat as she failed to comprehend how an ugly skinny wench had enchanted that God of a man.
She was disgusted to think that she was inferior to that bitch when it came to being seductive. She would have that man no matter the cost. The emperor could wait. She would snatch that man from that girl.
The Emperor would always wear a mask when he showed up for his official duties and gatherings so all she knew was that people praised his beauty but she wondered if even the Emperor's beauty could hold a candle to the face of the majestic being she had just seen.
'That man with that wench?! Unbelievable!'
She squeezed her fist in anger, vowing to have that man for herself as she but her lips.
But yet again, that evil smile crept up her lips. She was prepared for an ugly scheme.
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Euphoria Is Painful
Romans"I don't need your words, darling. Just let me feel you." His rough and calloused hands granted her an ever so gentle touch against her cheek as her heart continued to flutter. "Your pretty lips are adorable, however. Let me steal a kiss" . . . . . ...
