Lucien's command to stop barely left my lips before his large hand clamped firmly over my mouth. In one fluid motion, he was on top of me, his powerful body pinning mine against the soft mattress. My heart hammered wildly, far faster than any engine could ever race. Yet, despite the shock, a strange sense of comfort washed over me—warm, dangerous, and utterly confusing.
His hand began to caress me slowly, deliberately—starting from my calves, gliding up my thighs, then tracing the curve of my waist with possessive hunger. Every stroke sent sparks dancing across my skin.
"You know, Freckles," Lucien murmured, his voice low and hoarse with raw desire, "wearing this lingerie will always trap my attention."
I had completely forgotten I was dressed in the delicate white transparent gown that clung to my body like a second skin, the sheer fabric doing little to hide my curves. His words sent a shiver racing down my spine. He continued his exploration, fingers drifting from my face to my neck, stroking the sensitive skin there. I bit my lower lip hard to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, the sensation overwhelming.
I tried to push him away, pressing my palms against his broad chest, but my strength failed me. My body refused to obey. I felt intoxicated, drunk on his nearness, on the dark, magnetic pull that made resistance feel impossible.
He lowered his head and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my neck, then dragged his tongue slowly along the same spot. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from my throat. At the sound, Lucien's teeth elongated into sharp fangs, and his eyes darkened to an almost black shade, the usual dangerous glint swallowed by something primal and hungry.
He pulled back slightly, staring down at me. Fear flickered through me at the intensity in his gaze. Without another word, he rose from the bed, standing tall beside it for a moment before turning and leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
I lay there, breathless, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions.
"What was that? What just happened? Is this my life now?" I thought, heart still racing uncontrollably.1809 words
My fingers trembled as I reached up and touched the spot on my neck where his lips had been, tracing it carefully. Deep down, I had always hated when men touched me—except for Riven. But Lucien… he was different. The way my body had reacted to him terrified me.
I clenched the blanket tightly in my fists, replaying every second in my mind. Why did my body betray me like that?
"He is the devil, of course that effect will be there," I thought inwardly, trying to convince myself that the pull was nothing more than his dark nature.
POV: Lucien Draegor
I was deep in conversation with Thorne about kingdom affairs when a scent hit me—sweet, intoxicating, a perfect blend of rose and vanilla that made my blood surge.
"Thorne, give me thirty minutes. I'll be right back," I said abruptly, already moving toward the door before he could respond.
"Take as much time as you want. I have work to do," Thorne called after me.
I followed the scent like a man possessed, tracing it straight to Seraphina's door. Her fragrance was maddeningly alluring, not toxic but dangerously addictive.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I barged into her room without knocking.
She immediately began firing questions at me, but all I could focus on was how badly I wanted to kiss every inch of her beautiful face. Her words faded into background noise as my eyes devoured her. The white transparent gown she wore clung to her body, the sheer material revealing the tempting outline of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips.
What is this girl trying to do? Make me lose control and take her right here? I thought, jaw tightening with restraint.
I couldn't fight it anymore. I strode toward her. When she opened her mouth to shout, I silenced her with my palm over her lips. Her wide emerald-green eyes stared up at me, and the sight alone sent a fresh wave of hunger through my veins.
I hovered above her, letting my hands speak the promises of what I would do to her once she finally accepted me as hers. My fingers roamed greedily—caressing her legs, thighs, and waist—claiming every curve.
Then she let out a soft, breathy moan.
Something primal awakened inside me. The urge to claim her, to mark her as mine, surged violently through my blood. My fangs descended fully, and my vision narrowed with predatory need.
But when I looked into her eyes again, I saw fear flickering there.
I stopped immediately. With a low growl of frustration, I pulled away, rising from the bed. I stood beside it for a moment, staring down at her flushed form, then turned and left without a word, my body still burning with unfulfilled desire.
As I walked toward my own quarters, Faye suddenly appeared in the hallway. She was dressed in a scandalously sheer outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination—her full breasts clearly visible through the transparent fabric, her long hair cascading down her back. In one hand, she dangled a pair of handcuffs. For a fleeting second, I wished it was Seraphina standing there instead.
"Lucien, I've missed you so much," Faye purred, pressing herself against me and rubbing her hands over my chest.
"What do you want, Faye?" I asked, my voice edged with annoyance.
"What has gotten into you? Ever since that girl arrived, you've been so distant," she complained.
"You want my attention? Fine. I'll give it to you," I replied with a dark, mischievous smile.
I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the Red Room—the lavish chamber reserved for my pleasures. A massive crimson bed dominated the space. No woman had ever been allowed in my private quarters; this room was where I took them.
I handcuffed her wrists to the headboard, the metal clicking into place. Without wasting time, I shoved my pants down, gripped her waist firmly, and thrust my hard cock deep inside her in one powerful stroke. Faye cried out in pleasure, her back arching as I began to move with rough, demanding thrusts. Groans tore from my throat with every deep plunge.
"Oh my god, Lucien!" she moaned loudly, her body writhing beneath me.
When I finally finished, I collapsed beside her on the bed, breathing heavily. Faye wasted no time—she reached down, took my still-sensitive cock into her warm mouth, and began sucking eagerly. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements.
"Fuck, Faye… I'm almost there," I groaned, hips bucking.
I came hard down her throat, my body shuddering with release. Breathless, I lay back as she cleaned her lips with a satisfied smile.
"I'm always here for you, Lucien," she whispered seductively.
She tried to curl up beside me on the bed, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, you want another round already?" Faye asked, eyes gleaming with hope.
"No. I want you to leave," I said coldly.
"What?" she gasped, sitting up. "We just shared that intimate moment—how can you tell me to leave?"
"I don't want my wife to see you. Get out," I ordered, my voice laced with absolute authority. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Do you even love me? You only ever use me for pleasure," she said, voice cracking with emotion.
"Faye, I don't have time for this. Leave. Now," I repeated, unmoved.
With trembling hands, she picked up her robe, wrapped it around herself, and fled the room in tears.
POV: Queen Valeria Vale
"What just happened?" the queen whispered, her voice breaking.
"My daughter is gone!" she suddenly shouted, collapsing into King Gideon's arms. He held her tightly as violent sobs wracked her body.
"Somebody needs to bring her back," she cried.
"My queen," the king said gently, stroking her hair, "I think destiny is playing its part."
"What are you saying?" she snapped, pushing him away. "How can you say that? My daughter should not be forced to become some devil's bride because of a stupid prophecy!"
"I will bring Seraphina back," Prince Orion declared firmly, stepping forward.
"You will?" the queen asked, hope flickering in her tear-filled eyes.
"I promise, Mother. She is my sister. I don't care what I have to do—I will bring her back," Orion said, his voice steady with determination.
"But first, I need to secure allies from the underworld. Grandfather always said, 'an enemy of your enemy is a friend,'" he added thoughtfully.
"She is my sister. Don't worry, Mother. She will come home," Orion reassured her.
POV: Lilith Crowe
Lilith destroyed everything in her room—vases shattered, furniture overturned, dark energy crackling around her like lightning. The floor trembled with the force of her rage, causing a minor earthquake that sent all her maids fleeing in terror.
Thorne stepped into the chaos, his tall frame filling the doorway. "What is going on here?" he demanded.
Lilith's face was flushed with fury, eyes blazing.
"Lucien got married to that bitch—that light whore!" she screamed.
"How did you know?" Thorne asked calmly.
"Are you serious? My twin sister told me. The news is all over the village by now," Lilith spat.
"You're still in contact with Helen?" he questioned, raising a brow.
"Yes, I am. She tells me everything that happens in the Realm of Light," Lilith replied.
In their world, when twins were born, they were separated at age seven—one destined for the light, the other for darkness.
"Seraphina must die. Lucien is mine," Lilith hissed, her power flaring dangerously.
"Thorne, you promised me Lucien would marry me!" she shouted, pounding her fists against his chest. "Why didn't he follow the plan?"
Thorne tried to calm her, but when she wouldn't stop, he slapped her sharply across the face.
Lilith gasped, holding her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock.
"I'm sorry," he said, grabbing her hand, "but you need to pull yourself together."
"Get out, Thorne. I don't want to see you," she snarled.
Thorne was undeniably handsome—tall at 6'7, with long flowing blue hair and striking white eyes. His fangs gave him a dangerous, vampiric allure that drew women to him like moths to flame.
"Let go of my hand, Thorne," Lilith demanded, struggling against his iron grip.
Instead, he cupped her face with surprising gentleness, his thumb brushing her cheek. Then he pulled her into a fierce kiss.
Lilith responded instantly, melting against him. Thorne lifted her effortlessly, pressing her body against his torso. She gasped for breath when they finally broke apart, lips swollen and chests heaving. The heated moment was shattered by a loud thud echoing through the room.