My eyes rake up and down her body as if I can see through her clothing. My lips curled up into a feral smile, never indeed I've seen a woman who has the nerve to challenge me. Stalking towards her, her pulse was racing as I inches my face closer to...
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Draze
When Latonia and Clavis were gone, I wasted no time and returned to my suite. The moment I entered the bedroom, Feigh jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist as she asked breathlessly, "What took you so long?"
I laughed, "Latonia and her mate-to-be came to invite everyone in her Mating Ceremony, and she special mentioned you," I said as I nuzzled into her neck.
"What do you mean? You can put me down now." She giggled as I released her to her feet, took her hand and guided her to take a seat at the bed.
I mused, "She likes you and wants you to be there at her grand day."
Her eyes lit up, "Really? Queen Latonia likes me?" Before I could reply, she continued— excitement dripped in every word came out from her lips, "What am I supposed to wear? Do you think, she'll like me in green? Or maybe in black, since you vampires are fond of dark colors. What do you think?"
I opened my mouth to answer but she beat me, her eyes twinkled mysteriously, "Oh, I think it should be red."
I grinned, following her train of thoughts. "No matter what, you'll be radiant and truly exquisite."
She smacked me on the arm. "Stop that," she blushed and suddenly began to panic. "When will be the Mating Ceremony? I didn't recall seeing any formal gowns in the closet."
"That will be taken care of. Tomorrow you go with Candice. I already informed her about everything."
She clapped her hands excitedly, "Okay."
After discussing the protocol she and Candice should follow, her eyes fell—tired and yawned. Our conversation lasted well into the night, until she couldn't stay awake anymore, "I wish I could talk to you the whole night but I can't..."
"It's fine. Go to sleep."
Twenty minutes later, she was fast asleep. But before that, she had undressed herself. Accordingly, it was my fault because she got used to sleeping naked.
Nothing sexier.
Since we started to share a bed. I smiled at her in amusement.
And she slept as if she's doing a mid-air split.
Nothing cuter.
I shook my head in admiration. She never failed to make me happy and contented. I reached down to gather her into my arms.
Throughout the night, I felt Feigh tossed her leg over me—straddling my waist.
I groaned because as if on cue my dick was immediately hard. Her heated core was planted right on top of my hard-on. I listened intently to her heartbeat, to see if she really was asleep. And she was.
