The lost princess

Chapter 28: The marking

I looked out at the moon, it's light shinning over the forest. Providing a feeling of comfort.

I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my waist and instantly leaned into them. These hands were my feeling of comfort.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking" I said softly.

We both continued looking out at the moon. Everything was silent as our light breathing filled the room.

I turned around and faced Ethan, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I want you to do it" I told him. "I want you to mark me. Make me yours"

He continued looking at me in silence. His eyes flickering to my lips then back to my eyes.

I moved my hands up his neck and cupped his face. Slowly I pulled him closer to me and grazed my lips on his. "Show me that I belong to you and only you" I whispered.

I stood on the tips of my toes and moved my mouth to his ear. "Make me scream out your name as you make love to me"

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He tightened his grip on me and pulled me closer as he slowly leaned forward. His lips slowly crashed down on mine as I captured them.

He pulled away and looked at me. "Wake up"

"What?" I said confused.

"Wake up"

I felt myself drift g away from him. His grip loosening I me as he slowly faded away.

"Ethan, what's going on?" I asked confused. "Don't leave"

"Brooklyn wake up"

My eyes shoot open to see Ethan hovering over me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a dream" I told him.

"What were mumbling?" he asked.

"What?"

"You were mumbling in your sleep. What were you saying?"

"I can't remember" I lied. I did I just didn't want to tell him.

He slowly nodded. "Okay well you should get some sleep it's already three in the morning and we have to wake up at seven"

"Yeah your right"

He lied back down and turned on his side.

I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. It kept on replaying over and over again.

Some people say that dreams show us why we really desire but are to scared to admit. Or that they simply just help us make sense of the real world.

Did I want Ethan to mark me?

I looked over at Ethan to see that he was looking straight at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing"

"You've been staring at the ceiling for ten minutes, and your gonna tell me nothings wrong?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked back at the ceiling trying to come up with something.

"Brooklyn I'm going to ask you one more time. What's wrong?"

I looked over at him to see that he was worried. He really truly did care for me. Screw it.

My lips crashed down on his. He immediately responded as he placed both hands on my waist and pulled me on to of him. Our lips moving in sync as our tonges explore each others mouths. I wanted him. Bad.

I placed kisses on his jawline until I reached his neck. I began to place little bite marks as he moaned in pleasure, making me grin. One again I began placing kisses all over his jawline until I found his lips. I cupped his face trying to pull him closer as my core began to ache.

He flipped us over so that he was in between my legs. One hand was on my waist as he used his other one to support his weight. He then began lowering his pelvis so that it would bearly graze mine. I moaned in pleasure as I tangled my hands in his hair. He trailed loses all along my neck until he reached the spot. The spot were I would bear his mark. He began sucking on it as I groaned. It felt so damn good.

"Do it" I half said half moaned.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

He continued kissing the spot making me some aroused. "Damit Ethan" I yelled.

It didn't take long before I felt his fangs sink into my skin. It hurt at first but then pure pleasure filled me. He licked off whatever blood had fallen from the wound and then looked at me.

From a while neighter of us said anything, we just started at eachother. He leaned down as we gave eachother one final kiss.