Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Two.

Edited December 20th/21st, 2018.

     His lips were soft and warm, nothing like I imagined them to be. They covered mine with a fierce need. Goosebumps grew along my arms, causing the hairs to rise. His arms wrap themselves around me while his fingers weave threw my hair, giving me an illusion of safety. That's all it was, an illusion. Only for a second, did I realized who was kissing me and what I had just done to him. As much as I enjoyed his lips on mine, his hands in my hair, and his arms around my waist, I knew that this could not continue on. It was not right, nor was it even possible.

     He was a prince and I was a witch.

     I was a witch.

     Vile. Wrong. Horrible. Disgusting. Evil.

     With all those words swirling around in my mind, I push him off of me with every little bit of strength I have, and he goes back a few feet. My mouth was wide open and I cannot talk. We stare at each other, gasping for air so that our lungs could breathe.

     Then, I slapped him. His face was one of shock, as was mine.

     I slapped the prince. I hit Prince Lucas. Off with my head for sure! My thoughts were jumbled, creating a mess in my brain. As my mind goes haywire, I did not notice Prince Lucas's lips on mine until I could not breathe, once again. This time around, I could not resist his temptations no matter how hard I tried. My hands found his arms and ventured to his neck. I kissed him back with as much strength as he gave me. I could not believe what I was doing, but I did not seem to care at all. In that moment, when I felt his kiss, I knew that this was something much, much more than just lust. But, I couldn't be certain.

     His hands found my legs rather quickly and lifted me up from the ground, startling me. As a gasp left my mouth, his tongue invades and my throat surrenders a small moan. I did not realize he was walking towards the bed until I was lying there, underneath him. His hands pulled at my strings, trying to get the bodice off my body. When he's lips left mine again and kissed at my jaw, down to my neck, I knew that we had taken it too far.

     "Prince-"

     He stopped his movements and looked me straight in my eyes. "Lucas." His eyes were dark and glimmered from the already lit candles in the room. There was a shadow of hair lining his chin, giving him a rugged visage. They were tiny hairs that made no sense why they were there, but they just were and they were simply perfect. My hand reached up and caressed his cheek with my palm. At my movements, he leans into my hand and closes his eyes, savoring the touch of my  hand. His own rather large hand grasps mine and brought a kiss to the outter palm. His lips gently brush against my knuckles and his eyes catch mine in a stare. "'Tis Lucas to you, my love."

     The smile on my face melted away into a bitter line at his words. They brought me back to our harsh reality. Where I'm a witch and he is a prince, and we shall never be involved emotionally or physically, only professionally. Sighing, I retrieve my hand and sit up. My path is blocked by the blonde prince. Prince Lucas was in between my legs, holding onto my waist. His body was blocking me from getting up. His hands grabbed my wrists, holding me in place in front of him.

     When I looked up at his face, I saw confusion mixed with desire. Biting my lower lip, I fight the salty tears from leaking out of my eyes. "Ravyn, what is wrong?" I could not look at him in his eyes; if I did, I would truly break down, and that is something that no one will be able to handle. Especially a prince like Lucas.

     My mind was coming up with all the reasons why this was wrong. One, he is a prince and I am nothing more than a serving witch. Two, his father, the king, would have my head on a silver platter within the second he finds out. Three, Prince Lucas will most likely marry a princess from another land soon.