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For I had never known that such pleasure could be obtained from a simple kiss. And perhaps it was because this was anything but simple. Even the feel of her hands gripping me made me feel like roaring in victory. A victory that would soon become just the first to conquer of many. I gathered her up in my arms so as I could lift her feet from the floor and take her to where I wanted her most…

Lying beneath me on my bed.

And what a sight doing such awarded me.

“Gods, you are so beautiful,”I told her, pulling back enough so as I could memorize this perfect moment for all eternity. The nervous little bite of her lip only added to it as I stroked back her wild golden hair from her face. I had never remembered wanting to be so gentle with another before. This as well as feeling the conflicting emotions warring inside of me. For I also wanted to dominate her body, letting her know exactly who it was that now owned every inch of her. It was a heavenly contradiction, to be sure, but one I felt all the same.

Hence why I decided to give her some small insight to just the surface of my growing addiction and all the deliciously bad things I wanted to do to her.

“And this lip, Gods what it makes me want to do to you.”

A blush quickly crept upon her pale skin, dusting it with natural rouge. I half expected her to try and shy away from me in that moment. However, the very last thing I expected happened. She surprised me like no other ever had before her, as she raised herself up enough to whisper her carnal thoughts.

“Then why don’t you?”

As soon as she said this, I could feel my heated gaze blaze dangerously close to that of my true self. Hence why I quickly swooped down and kissed her. And even as I let myself be completely consumed by all that was her, I was still unable to stop asking myself if I had heard her correctly. Had she really just given her blessing to become mine in all ways that I wanted her?

I doubted she would have said as much if she knew the true depths of my wicked desires and what I had in mind for my future with her. For I wanted to tie her to my bed and use that perfect, sinfully curvaceous body of hers for hours on end. I wanted her throat hoarse from screaming out in infinite pleasure that I forced upon her.

I wanted to fill her sweet-smelling cunt with my seed until it produced a constant, endless stream between her legs. I wanted to bite her all over. To mark her in the most primal of ways, before forcing her to drink from me. So, as I knew my blood marked her in places I could not physically touch.

I wanted to possess every inch of her.

But most of all…

I wantedto own her heart.

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THE TASTE OF FATED PERFECTION

My need to touch her made my hands near shake in my desperation, meaning I had to force myself to calm for fear of potentially scaring her. My Demon was too close to the surface just being in her presence. So, add to that my desire to see her naked and it nearly prompted me to tear her dress in two just to accomplish this need quicker.

But then as I looked down at my Chosen, I was reminded that this was not to be like all times before her. Those that I had only taken to bed had been of my own kind. Which also meant, that this was not just some carnal act to perform for the sake of one’s own short-lived gratification.

No.

This was my Electus.

My Fated Queen, finally in my bed, and where she would remain forevermore. Meaning I didn’t want our first time together to be shadowed or marred by the memory of my scaring her, doing so in my haste to unravel the gift the Gods had bequeathed to me.

Which was why I forced myself to take my time and savour this moment. Starting with the way I reached down so as I couldthen run my hands up her legs, making sweet contact with her skin as I gathered up the skirts of her dress. The feel of her against my palm was just the beginning of what I knew would quickly become an addiction. I knew with certainty my need to touch her would only grow in its intensity after this moment.

But then she released a breathy moan of pleasure, and right then and there, for the second time today, I nearly lost grip on my Demonic side. For I wanted to possess her so badly, that I was close to losing the war on the battlefield named Patience.

It was why my grip on her tightened before my hands started to move on their own accord. I spread her legs wider before lifting them up and positioning them over my arse. The feel of her thighs tightening against me was an encouragement I didn’t exactly need to continue, but it was one I certainly enjoyed the feel of all the same. For it let me know that I wasn’t the only one who was a captive to the power of our desires.

The strength of my craving for her was one she soon felt for herself as my hard cock was practically trying to fight its way out of my breeches just to reach her core. And as for my little thief, she unashamedly made no attempts to hide how much she wanted it to complete its sexual journey and find a home inside her wet sheath.

For she was now brazenly using its hardness for her own pleasure gained, and once more pushing against my restraints in just taking what I wanted in claiming her. The feel of her rubbing herself against me held me too close to the limits of my control, and I barely stopped myself from becoming too rough with her.

All I wanted to do was to shackle her hands to the bed whilst I made every thread of her clothing disappear by supernatural means. To eradicate all that lay between me and claiming every naked inch of her skin. And her continued moans of pleasure did not make this challenge any easier on me, that was for sure. Which was why I decided that I needed to move. Because, as ofyet, it wasn’t only her name that I didn’t know, but also the level of her experience in the bedroom.

Therefore, I knew that until I knew both of those things, I would have to wait in taking that final step in fully claiming my Chosen. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t give her a taste of the life that she would soon find herself living daily. And for me, I was just excited to get my first taste of whom would be my only addiction.

My first, my last, and my only.

However, before giving into this sexual craving, it was time to rid her of her undergarments. And I would soon find, that just like in the room I bathed, a similar peculiarity that covered her breasts also matched that which was covering her sex. Truthfully, I had never believed such a small piece of fabric could be so erotically appealing before. And like with her breasts, I quickly became spellbound.

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