LAMIA
I slipped on my black spaghetti-strapped dress, decorated with red vine flowers and a pair of black short heals. The king had wanted us to dress semi-formally, for a family dinner. I had just finished putting on mascara when Zane came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me flush against his chest.
He was looking dashing in a pair of black jeans and light blue button-up, the color of the shirt making his eyes look even paler and his piercing giving him an edgy look. Moving my hair to the side, he planted a kiss on my mark, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt the pleasure of sparks ignite through my neck and down my arms.
“You look gorgeous doll, as always.” He murmured into my neck, planting small kisses up and down. I bit my bottom lip and smiled at him through the mirror, “those are my lips to bite” he growled and spun me around to face him, his lips finding mine and nibbling on them.