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She laughed and jumped on the bed beside me playfully, opening her arms wide. I was quick to crawl back into her arms snuggling against her chest. A few moments later I heard her purr and felt the vibration pass from her to me.

“I need this. I need you,” I mumbled against her skin, feeling incredibly calm in my Princess’s arms. She held me tighter.

18. Movies and Nightmares

The Princess’s private bathroom in her wing was ridiculously big. The bath alone could fit half a dozen people. It was more like a pool than a bath.

“Are you getting in or not?” the Princess asked me from her position in the bath, hands ringing out her hair.

“Why do you need a bath this big?” I asked her as I descended the steps and took a seat at the edge.

The Princess stood and walked toward me, the water on her skin glistened under the bright lights of the bathroom and it was difficult to meet her eyes and not stare at her chest. “Better for relaxing,” she replied when she reached me and sat down pulling me between her legs.

Her hands worked soap into my hair, fingers massaging my scalp.

“That feels good,” I told her, leaning into her touch and humming my satisfaction. Her lips pressed against my neck in a caring gesture, and she continued to wash and rinse my hair.

“I have more tasks to attend to today. You will have the afternoon free again,” she told me as she washed herself. I watched her closely lather the soap and rub it against her skin andif I was braver, I would have offered to help her. “Are you listening to me?” she asked amused. My eyes flashed up to her face away from her strong, soapy thighs.

“Yes, Ma’am. You’re leaving me all alone again,” I answered.

“You managed to entertain yourself yesterday,” she told me as she passed the bar of soap to me.

“I’d rather entertain myself with you.” I blushed at the grin she gave me as I lathered up the soap in my hands. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I blushed harder still. “I meant, I like spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing.” I tried to explain myself wishing I hadn’t spoken at all. She laughed happily as I dunked my soapy body under the water. When I emerged she had moved closer.

“You like spending time with me, little pet?” she asked, her hands finding my waist.

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling shy. She leaned forward pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“This evening we can dine alone. Would you like to watch a movie?” Her lips quirked in a gentle smile.

“Like a date?” I asked enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen a movie,” I added but I’d heard and read all about them, the Royals, nobles, other purebloods, and those that could afford it enjoyed movies and they were often a date activity.

She looked at me in thought her brows in deep lines. “You’ve never seen a movie?” she asked disbelievingly.

I shook my head. “They’re too expensive. Only the cities have movie theatres, and we don’t leave the village often. Our village doesn’t have a reliable electrical supply either, no more than a couple of homes have a television,” I told her. She tilted her head in thought.

“You’ve been living decades in the past. I guess that is what comes from choosing to exile yourselves from the house system. How on earth have you managed to survive to adulthood?” she questioned and I pulled away from her.

“Don’t make fun of us,” I told her, hurt and ashamed. There was nothing wrong with how we lived back home. We lived simple lives, but that didn’t make us less than anyone else.

She frowned and pulled me back towards her with a harsh hold of my hips. “Don’t pull away from me like that,” she reprimanded. “Did I upset you with the truth?” And the tone of her voice was almost mocking, almost cruel.

I didn’t answer her, focusing on looking away. She growled low. I flinched slightly when I felt her nose press against my neck. “I did not mean to mock you,” she ground out against my skin as if the admission was painful. Her hands left my hips and her arms wound around my waist pulling me flush against her body in a tight embrace. “It surprises me how your people have chosen to live,” she told me, growl dying in her chest. “Will you watch a movie with me?”

Her body against mine and her words breathed heavily into my neck, forced away any hurt or shame I felt.

“Yes,” I answered. She pressed her lips hard against mine and I felt like I could melt into her with the warmth of her body and the water.

Once we were dry, she took her time marking me. It was relaxing as she stood behind me, one arm around my middle the other holding my jaw high and to the side so she had unrestricted access. I was learning to lean into her markings. She could make it painful, deliriously erotic, or soothing if she liked. But no matter her choice of approach if I leaned in; if I allowed myself to give whatever she wanted to take, I felt a deep sense of belonging and calm. It was addictive.

Her lips pressed behind my ear. “Be a good girl, pet. I’m looking forward to spending time with you this evening,” she spoke quietly before releasing me.

Once the Princess had left, I made my way to the servant corridors in search of Edward. I wanted to thank him for serving me the previous night and maybe he would be a friendly face to spend some time with. The only problem was I had no idea how to find him. I must have looked lost because it wasn’t long before an older, grandmotherly woman approached me.

“You’re the Princess’s, ah, bloodbag, aren’t you dear?” she asked, voice croaking with age but her face was warm.

“That’s me,” I said and waved awkwardly, before stuffing my hands in my pockets.

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