Prologue

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I'm standing in a field full of flowers wearing this white flowing wedding dress, with a backless and a longsleeve. It defines every corner of my body, seeing my curves.

My left hand was holding a bouquet of red roses while my right hand was being held by this man with a ring on his middle finger. I squeeze his hand and lift up my head to see this beautiful man standing against the shining sun making me see his silhouette. Oh how he defines his perfect strong feature of his, in a glance of his shadow.

He lowered his head and our nose touched and that touch made me already shiver down to my spine.

"I love you" he whispered. I close my eyes waiting for his lips as I felt his face closing out our distance.

" I love you too " I responded before our hot kisses. I kissed him gently savouring his thin soft lips.
We continued kissing and when he opened his mouth for air, I occupied it with my tongue that made him pull my back closer. He became aggressive and hungry in that gesture of mine. Fuck! He was hot!

His aggressive and hungry kisses went deep and then he left my mouth hang open as he continued his kisses to my jaw all the way through my neck. But then he stopped there panting like he's been running for miles.
What's wrong? I wanna ask, but I just can't talk in this moment. He now started kissing my neck softly again, not leaving the same spot. He's bitting it softly and kissing it at the same time. But then as I'm enjoying it again a sore sharp thing was buried in my neck.

He clutched my back with his other hand holding my nape. I clutched my hands at the back of his tux, my knees tremble and he held my waist more tightly to keep me standing. I saw my hands at his back getting pale. What the hell? I can still feel the sharp thing buried in my neck and digging it deeper as he pulled my close. My blood was flushing to his mouth, he's killing me!
I can't speak I'm totally exhausted and weak. My heart is tumping so fast and loud. It slowly gets slow and that's when the man stopped in sipping my blood, he seems to be satisfied with those dark eyes that now became red.
"I'm sorry Quefira... I love you"

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