Heavenly taste

Chapter 12

Rhydian

Her blood was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, it was difficult to stop, I couldn't resist this heavenly taste, I was so lost in the ecstasy of it that i didn't realize I was drinking too much.

"Stop, I can't take it anymore" she mumbled, pushing weakly against my chest, like magic, her voice made me snap out of it, my fangs retracted immediately, but instead of pulling away, I couldn't stop myself from what i did next, I licked and sucked gently on the wound to soothe the pain, her skin was so smooth and fluffy, she was perfection.

She moaned softly, reacting to my little kisses and tongue against her nape, the sound of her moans made my body reacted in a strange way, i suddenly felt the strong urge to ravage her, her scent was so addictive. Before I could do anything else, she quickly pushed me away, stopping me from going further.

I didn't resist and pulled back, standing straight. A smirk was plastered on my face as I used my tumb to wipe the stains of her blood away from my lower lip and licked it in an agonizingly slow pace.

"You taste amazing." I muttered, my tone teasing, I wanted her to get angry, maybe even kick me hard for drinking her blood without consent, but she didn't, instead, she had a worried look in her eyes.

"You're burning up, are you okay?" She asked, her voice unusually soft, my brows furrowed, was this another act or was she actually worried? Why was she acting like she wasn't the one who cast the spell that left me sleepless and restless the whole night.

It was this moment that I actually had the chance to observe her, she was already dressed for the wedding, and she looked....enthreal. Her beauty was just something....out of this world. It was very rare to find a woman that had this effect on me.

"I'm fine now, your blood did the trick." I muttered, turning away after realizing I had been staring for too long. She suddenly held my face, turning my head to face her. Her warm palms held both sides of my cheeks as she stared intensely at me, my heart skipped a bit, what was it with her sudden act? Was this one of her tricks to gain my trust?

But that was the least of my problems right now because, I couldn't stop staring at her, my eyes mapped every trace of her face, her purple eyes, perfect nose, then down to her lips, plump and red. I gulped, already imagining how sweet they would taste against mine.

"Your fever seems to be coming down, my blood really did the trick I see.." she comment, snapping me out of my trance. Did she have to check my temperature that way?, there were other different ways to check than tempting me with this hypnotic face of hers

She pulled her hands away, but I quickly held on to her wrist, stopping her. She raised her head to look at me, confused.

"If you wanted to check my temperature, you could have done so in a simpler way, not the way you just did. Are you trying to seduce me...Purple?" I asked with a teasing grin, pulling her closer into my embrace.

I could hear her heart racing, it seemed like I had an effect on her too. She didn't struggle, nor pull away. Instead, a sly smile appeared on her lips as she leaned even closer.

"What if I am?" She asked, bitting her bottom lips in a slow and deliberate softness. It was at this point my control snapped.

"You asked for it." I whispered, and the next moment, I held her head, tilting it sideways as my lips crashed on her's in a desperate deep kiss. She kissed me back, not hesitating. She wasn't still perfect at it but it was a lot better than last time, and I couldn't care less because she tasted Divine, she tasted like heaven.

My tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a vehement dance, I licked and sucked on her lips, then bit softly and teasingly, she returned my kisses with equal intensity, and soon started to feel like my inner beast had been let loose.

I was already rock hard, aching with arousal, I hadn't touched any woman since the marriage arrangement was made, and that could be the reason I lusted over her this badly. I pulled her even closer as I deepened the kiss, one of my hand around her waist and the other was behind her head.

I had never felt this lost in the pleasure of kissing someone, what in the world were her lips made of to hypnotize me this hard. I pulled away briefly, and we both gasped for breath as my forehead rested against her's.

Just when I was about to kiss her again, a knock interrupted us, shattering the moment. I wasn't ready to pull away, I was ready to ravage her lips till they were swollen and bruised, till she begged me to stop, but she pulled back instead, instantly killing my urge.

For me, nothing was more of a turnoff than a woman who wasn't willing. I could never bring myself to force anything. The more eager she was to please me, the more I was drawn to her—and the more I wanted her in return. But if she wasn't willing, I would instantly loose interest.

"Your majesty, the ceremony is about to begin, everyone is waiting." Irene called from outside. I turned to look at purple, I still didn't know her name, but now wasn't the right time to ask. Her lip balm was smudged, and her hair was also a mess. Talk about a reckless and intense make out on a wedding day.

"Come in," I ordered. Once Irene had come inside, I ordered her to redo her hair and makeup.

"I'll be waiting for you at the altar, my beautiful bride," I whispered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her nose before turning and leaving the room to get ready for the wedding too.

If there was one thing I knew without a doubt, it was that I stood to gain far more than just the loyalty and power of the witches. There was something else—something I wanted even more—and that was claiming her, entirely and without question.