Vampire Prince's Temptation

16. Undress me!

He stated coolly as if that was nothing. She gasped in shock. She wanted to protest, fight but knew well that would not change his mind, instead, her captivity period will get increased if she didn't listen to him. 

She sat beside him, keeping a good distance between them. She knew her gown would get dirty, but she didn't care. To keep her mind away from all worries, she looked at the edge, began watching the view leisurely. There were small houses on the hill opposite side of them. 

The light was on that indicated the people in there were still awake. The pleasant weather and the amazing view of cloud surrounded the hill brought a small smile to her lips. From afar, it looked like those huts were floating on the cloud, but not on the hill. She always wondered how that would feel like to stay in the hill house. Jane would surely freak out if she forced her to live in the heart of the hill with Cosey. 

As soon as their thought came into her mind, she became worried for them. 

Where she was staring at the view, Keiran's eyes were busy taking her features in his mind. To him, she was shining brighter than thousand stars in the sky. His heart skipped a beat to see her smiling to see the view from the top of the hill. Then her smile turned into a frown, which made him thought what she must be thinking at that moment. His adam apple rolled, seeing her tucking her lower lips between her teeth, nibbling that softly. She was in deep thought, but to him, that act of her was only to seduce him. 

Without any prior warning, he pressed her under him and claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. 

She tried to push him away from her, which made him frown and he locked her wrists in his grasp, taking them above her head. He kissed her deeply, tasting her mouth by rolling his tongue inside it. 

With another hand, he pulled down her dress enough to get access to her breasts. Pulling her bra down, he cupped her breast and pinched on her n.ipple a little roughly. Her gasp disappeared in his mouth. 

Her body heated up and she felt tingly in her core. Her resistance left her system, and the only thing she was feeling of his sweet yet dominating torture on her. She... 

She didn't want to admit it, but she liked it. Her rational mind and fighter's spirit don't work when it comes to him. What is wrong with me? Why can't I fight it? What kind of pull it is that I feel toward him? 

She won over her demon, lust, on that fighting ground. Then why was she failing to win over that Vampire Prince? Was it lust or something else more powerful than one of the deadly sin Lust? 

"Ah- " She moaned as his warm lips engulfed her n.ipple, kept sucking on it. Her chest rose as she arched her back to giving him more access to her breast. Her eyes were shut, savoring the feel of him on her, doing sinful things to her that she had no experience of. She liked the way he makes her feel all the time. 

Her eyes snapped open when she heard a tearing sound and soon felt a cold breeze hitting on her bare body, made her shiver in his hold. She got tensed, eyes widened to see him taking off her gown. 

"What are you - " He shut her up by his mouth and tore her bra before she could protest to him. 

As he left her mouth, he gazed at her face, told her softly, "Let me see you, touch you for this time." 

Her heart skipped a beat to hear him. She too surprisingly didn't want him to stop caressing her. She was in a daze, yet managed to say, "My gown- " What will she tell Cosette about the condition of her gown? 

"Don't worry about it, "With that saying, he claimed her lips again, and kissed her passionately. 

She didn't resist him. Except for her panty, she was fully naked, lying under him. His clothes were still on, which she wished he wasn't. She wanted to feel his skin against her but was too shy to say that to him. 

"You want that?" Her body stiffened. He murmured against her lips, "Don't be shy, dove. I have seen you bare three times already. You have the right to see me too." She saw him moved away from her, and sat beside her, saying softly, "Come on dove. Undress me." How did he sound so serious to her in that state? 

She slowly sat up and kneeled at him. 

Her hands were shaking, was a bit hesitant of doing what she wanted. He sensed her uneasiness. Her eyes shifted to his face as he held her hands and took them near his coat. "Do it," She tucked her lower lips between her teeth, slowly unbutton his coat and then his shirt before taking them off from his body. 

While she was busy undressing him, she felt his gaze running over her bare body with an unhurried focus. Her heart fluttered in the intensity of his eyes watching every move of her. "Is it still hurts?" His fingertips ran over the wound on her stomach cautiously. She shook her head, saying no. He nodded and moved his hand upon her chest. Circling on the part of her wound, he asked her, "This one? Is it hurting?" 

"No," She looked at his body, saw him shining under the moonlight. His pale skin looked attractive. 

She touched his chest a jolt of electricity rushed through her. She should have withdrawn her hand from his chest, but she didn't do that, instead, her hand trailed down between his hard chest, passing by the four lines of his eight-pack abs. Her mouth watered to see and feel him with her palm. 

Without her knowing her hand reached down more but stopped by the firm hold of his hand. As she raised her head, a gasp escaped her mouth when she saw his eyes were on her, filled with a hunger for her. 

Before she knew it, he pulled her near him and crashed his lips against her. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her hands on his shoulders. She moaned as he groped her breast roughly and held her n.ipple in between his thumb and index finger, twisting, pinching it. 

Soon she found herself lying on the bed of grass and him on top of her. His hungry lips were moving, and leaving hickeys on her skin. She lost it. She lost herself to him. She couldn't think anything except him. She couldn't see anyone except him. It was only him and her. She didn't stop him, want him to go on. 

"I want you, dove," Her skin flushed as his hot breath fanned over her neck. "Take me, please," 

He froze to hear her. He thought she would refuse him, but she didn't. She was giving in to him. 

"Are you sure?" She nodded. Her mind, her body was not in her control anymore. 

She knew she was doing it wrong, but she couldn't say no to him. All she wanted was him, only him. 

He ripped her panty, unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and then his boxer one after another. Positioning himself near her entrance, he rubbed his tip against her wet fold made her wetter even more. 

Soon he entered her and her cries stopped him in the middle. "Ah- take it out. It's hurting." He locked his lips against her and gave a hard push inside her and he was fully inside her finally. She was crying badly. He left her mouth, wiped her tears, told her calmly, "The pain will go away, dove. Relax a little bit, okay?" 

She listened to him, and after some time when her pain subsided she told him to go on, and he took her all his might. He gazed down at her, saw her moaning and whimpering in pain and pleasure. 

Her eyes were shut, lips were parted, her soft chest was moving against his hard one, making him go crazy with her. She didn't stop him. She liked that. It was simply perfect. She felt a connection with him, but couldn't name what that was. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her legs around his torso, felt him pounding inside her ferociously. She felt full with his huge and thick c.ock inside her. 

Her nails penetrated his skin, making him groan. He moved into her faster, nonstop. He sucked on one of her n*****s, entwined his fingers with her as their bodies moved against each other rhythmically. 

"Ah, Keiran," He looked at her and smiled to hear her moaning his name. 

This was what he wanted to do with her on the first day he laid his eyes on her. He wanted her, under him, whithering and crying in pain and pleasure. He wanted to hear her screaming his name as he will be deep inside her pounding inside her hard and fast. He had always wanted this and now he was getting this. 

At first, he thought, he was lusting over her. Later, claiming her nonstop, he realized the connection he was feeling toward him wasn't lust. It was something more and he knew what it was. A mating bond. 

He never thought he would get to find his mate after ages. 

He failed to find her after searching for her for years before. He lost his hope gradually. Who knew his mate would be a human? He never expected was of her coming to him in that way to his land. 

He was glad she came. He was proud of his decision in bringing her out of that place with him. 

He looked at her parted lips, kissed her again. 

Her eyes opened and they both locked their gaze together. He couldn't believe he found his home in her. 

He wished it could last longer. He wished it could be real of him having love for her. He wanted to stay there like that, inside her, filling her up with his semen to make her pregnant with his baby. But...

Her inner muscle tightened around his c.ock and he soon came inside her. He wanted to go on, but he stopped himself from doing that. He was about to roll beside her, he stopped by her. 

He froze as she said, "Drink my blood," He couldn't believe it. She was looking at him with love! Did she realize who I am to her? He wanted to say no, but she stopped him, saying, "Please," 

His fangs were getting larger. He thought she would freak out to see him, but he didn't see a bit of fear in her eyes. He leaned to her neck and sank his fangs on her skin. He never tasted blood like that before. 

It was divine, giving him a power that he never thought would be possible. Her arms tightened around him. Tears rolled down her face as she whimpered in pain. She felt weak, eyes were drooping slightly. 

Soon he left her neck and rolled beside her before pulling her in his arms. Pushing her hair away from her face, he looked at her angelic face, asked her, "Are you alright?" She hummed and crawled at his chest. 

He knew she was weak and that's why he let her sleep for a while. He stared at her face unblinking. He found her, and she was laying in his arms peacefully. She wasn't just a human, but his beloved mate. 

Then something happened there which made him speechless and worried a bit. 

He saw her amulets was shining brightly. Its original reddish-black color turned into complete red ones. 

Suddenly a red light emitted from that amulet and he was shocked to see a red moon visible in the sky. 

Her amulet's color changed with a white one and brightened the whole place. 

He saw her face, found her still asleep. Before he could wake her up, that amulet absorbed the red color from the moon and that came back to its original color. 

What kind of amulet is it? Where did she find it? What kind of power it is holding within it? Why did I see it happening? Is it a kind of indication of some sort? But what would that be? And red moon...

He has many questions to ask her. Like about that portrait and amulet that she was wearing...

He also wanted to know how she drew that portrait of him in her home. He knew she couldn't stand him which leads the chances of her fantasizing about seeing him as King was very low. 

Then? He looked down at her, rubbed her face, and asked her, "What are you, dove?"

After some time, when Aileen woke up, she saw his face on her. His gaze made her blush. All of the scenes rushed in her mind and she felt embarrassed and turned her face away from him. 

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes shut again feeling his tongue licking her neck and then her breasts sensually. She did her best to say stuttering badly, "W...we s...should l...leave- oh- " 

She moaned as his thumb caressed her swollen and bruised hole. "I don't want to leave," 

Stubbornness was clear in his tone. He indeed didn't want to leave that place. 

She ran her finger in his hair, told him softly, "Everyone must be looking for us," 

A felt pain in her heart as he said, "It will stay as a memory, a dream only if we travel back in time, dove."

She bit her tongue, controlled her sobs, tell him, "You mean, we didn't - " 

"We neither made love nor I taste your blood," He too felt pain by saying that, but it was true. "You may or may not remember everything that happened here between us. Do you still want to go back home?" 

"We should never escape from our responsibilities," Her voice wavered, yet sounded firm and real to him. Sniffling soundlessly, she pushed back her tears, told him keeping a smile on her face, "We will be there. You and I will still be enemies, fight each other, right? So, there has nothing we are gonna miss out on," 

A smile broke to his face, and he nodded to her in agreement. 

Hatred is a strong emotion, which may be stronger than the love of some sort. The line between love and hate is very thin. It is a challenge to fell in love from our hatred. It's intense, powerful, and challenging in every sort. He was ready to dive in the fire of hatred and burn in it to reach the base of love. 

He sat up, pulled her in his arms. His hold was so firm that she winced and rested her head against his shoulder. They both knew that was the end. They would go back on time from when they disappeared and she may forget everything about them spending time together in that place. 

How things turned out that way, they didn't know. They were happy that that happened. Staying in his arms, she looked at the view for a while, and then Keiran something did to her which made her fell asleep. 

~ ~ ~ 

"I don't share what's mine, dove. Try it, you will see the worse of me," 

Aileen came back to her senses to feel pain in her waist. 

She blinked repeatedly, saw her in Keiran's arms, on the dance floor. A frown appeared on her face, seeing Keiran giving his harsh gaze to her. His expression was murderous, his scarlet eyes were terrifying. 

"Huh?" She made a sound in confusion. Why he looked so furious? She asked herself. 

Well, that's not my concern, is it? Then why his words sound familiar to me as if I have heard that before? 

Leaning closer to her face, he gritted out threateningly, "You will never involve yourself with any other men," She blinked, stared at her surrounding, saw everyone was dancing around them. 

She looked back to him, asked him in rage, "Who are you tell this to me, Prince Keiran? It doesn't suit you to involve yourself in a personnel matter of a commoner like me. It also doesn't suit you to dance with someone like me instead of those who belong to the same class as you. So, if you may excuse- "

Her breath hitched as he tightened his hold around her even more. His face was so close to her that made her lean her head backward. She felt very uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. 

"I don't care what others think about me. Even if they think something like that, they would not dare to say that to me." He gave her a pointed look, made her think she wasn't educated enough to know how to behave and talk with a Royal Prince. Her blood boiled with the thought of him looking down at her. 

"You - " 

Before she could start, he cut her off, saying, "You don't know what I can do to those guys whom you allow to get close to you. If you don't want them to die for you, you better stay away from them,"

Aileen wasn't to fight back. He has no right to stop her. 

But for some reason, she couldn't say that to him. She hated to admit it, but she was scared of him some sort. He looked different to her. He wasn't lying about killing those males who would come close to her. 

"Listen, I have a boyfriend. I - I did a mistake that day in my room and I don't want to repeat that same mistake. I want to stay loyal and oh- why am I saying this to you when it is clear to me that you don't give value to any relationships let alone any women?" She smirked to see his face darkened even more. 

She doesn't care. If he thinks she would submit to him, then he was sorely mistaken about it. 

"Excuse me,- " They broke their gaze, looked at their side, saw Princess Mariel, standing beside them. She didn't regard Aileen's presence, asked Keiran shyly, " - can I have a dance with you, Prince Keiran?"

Keiran didn't want to leave Aileen. He literally ignored the Princess's presence, stared at his beloved mate, Aileen, who was using all the force she has within her to push him away from her. 

His heart sank to realize that she has forgotten the beautiful moment they have spent on the top of that hill. He knew she couldn't remember anything, yet he kept hoping of her remembering some certain things of that. His eyes went to her neck, didn't see his mark on her neck. 

He loosened his hold and she wasted no time in escaping him. Staring at her retreating figure, he thought, "You can't escape from me, dove. I will be the one from whom you will be seeking a home in the end." 

"Prince Keiran- " Princess Mariel was about to say something, stopped as his dark gaze fell on her. 

Without saying anything to her, he whirled around and left the ball instantly. 

He was not in a mood to going to any conversation with that cunning princess. He needed some time to relax and get over the pain in his heart. He would come back to his old self again to torment his dove. 

Later, Aileen sat on a chair with Jane and Cosette on either side of her, to have a meal from the Royal Buffet. Everyone was having their food at their table and the King and his three Princes sitting on the golden chair with their relatives, prime minister, and other important personnel on one table. 

Lady Tiffany and Princess Mariel didn't get the chance to sit at the golden table. So, they had to join other small Royal families like them. Tiffany intended to steal the show by letting others know that Princess Mariel was going to be the next queen, but that didn't happen only because of the witch, Arabella, who made sit to all of the important guests of their Kingdom who were present in the Royal Ballroom. 

The three girls didn't speak. They felt uncomfortable in their seat, feeling gazes on them. They didn't raise their head to see who was watching them. All of them were busy with their food and huffing in frustration.

"Cosey, Can we leave from here, please?" Jane pleaded, running her spoon on her plate. 

"Sure," Cosette agreed absentmindedly and took a spoonful of food in her mouth. 

As she raised her head to take a steak from the tray, her gaze accidentally fell on Karter and her appetite died instantly. He was drinking a red liquid from his goblet with his eyes were fixed only on her. 

Seeing a smirk visible in the corner of his mouth, her nostril flared and she didn't want anything except to burn him alive. How dare he tell her to stay away from Cameron? 

Jane wanted to leave. She hated the way Knox talks to her, threatens her openly. She felt his eyes were on her, drilling holes in her face. She didn't want to dance with him, but he refused to listen to her and force her to dance with him. She has the power to destroy him, but she hated to misuse her power like that. 

Aileen felt weird. She felt like someone was undressing her with eyes. She raised her head and found it was Keiran who was giving that kind of look to her. It was strange as she has never seen him giving any look except for hate and lust to her. Surprisingly, she didn't see any trace of those emotions in him for her. 

He was giving a kind of look that makes any woman feel loved, wanted, respected by the special person with whom she is destined or chose to spend the rest of her life. He shouldn't look at her like that, right? Under his penetrating gaze, her body heated up, her core was throbbing in desire for him. She felt hot, feeling a magnetic pool toward him. She pressed her thighs together, told Jane hoarsely, "I am leaving,"

She abruptly stood and Jane too followed her but stopped on her track feeling weird around them. She raised her head, and her blue eyes sparkled in electric blue to see heads floating in the air. Cosette didn't know what's wrong with the girls until her gaze fell to the corners of the ball, saw a.ssassins, hiding either in invisible cloaks or spells that hide their bodies from them, were coming with swords in their hands.

The first thing decided to protect the human, Aileen. Before they could leave with her, they were surprised to see Aileen throwing knives in the air and the assassins were falling on the floor one after another, dead.