One night with the King - Chapter 57：57. Feelings

After a minute Lucius stopped to let her breath. He looked into dark brown eyes, glittering with passion, and he trembled. Her lips were red and her face flushed with a tiny hint of blush that made him want to taste her right then and there. He could hardly think. He had not expected to ever be so smitten even by his soulmate. He remembered how he felt When he awoke that evening only to smell her presence. Victor had without knowledge thrown him into the arms of his mate. He never imagined that he would see her there that night just at his reach almost when he would have died like the prophesy foretold.

He had expected to die, he expected a lot but one of them wasn’t to see her. He felt himself dying when Victor stabbed him at the back. He had wished silently for his people to some how survive and he had been heard. She was sent to him the most beautiful woman he had ever seen just at the time he lost faith in her existence.

He could not understand how he felt for this human, how her lips ignited fire in him and her skin burned him with passion. Never had he seen a pair of eyes as beautiful as hers. She did not know that she was a goddess, so beautiful, her eyes large and luminous, her complexion full of life and health, just like the sun, the opposite of his own. And her blood, mon dieu, scented like the earth after rainfall.

His heart pounded in his chest. His need for her blood began to call to him and his fangs once more throbbed in his mouth. He would frighten her if she saw them. But he could not help himself. He was blood-starved. And her blood had in them magic. Magic that was his to take.

If her blood could heal him, if her blood could give him life then she was magic. He wanted to bond her to him, to claim her, to own her. He wanted her all to himself, to give her all of him and take all of her so they be joined for eternity, Soul for soul, body for body, blood for blood.

Eternity was so short a time to spend with her but he was willing to start with that. He looked down at her, his gaze raking her body in the most seductive manner ever. He stretched forward and kissed her nose.

Monica had been trying to catch her breath. She was worried and scared. Lucius didn’t know she had seen his fangs.

No he won’t. If he wanted to he would have already. Let go Monica and live.

But he’s not human.

Who cares?