One night with the King - Chapter 62：62. Promise

She shook her head in understanding of his words. The thought of being bound to another scared her but then thinking back she had no life before this night. Her life was boring and sad and she was sure that even if she didn’t go back home no one would look for her.

The man before her was going to give her a life other than the sad one she has had, she wanted to be bound to him forever. She didn’t want to leave him. “Bind me to you. Soul for soul, heart for heart, body for body, mind for mind. Blood for blood.”

He squeezed his eyes shut feeling an intense warmth at her acceptance. He felt his eyes water. She had accepted him after what he did. Her purity enchanted him. “I am bound to you Monica. I own you and you own me. You are mine as well as I am yours. Soul for soul, heart for heart, body for body, mind for mind. Blood for blood.”

She held him very still as the ropes drew into her and they both screamed a scream the whole kingdom heard. A scream that tore through them. Binding them. His blood-lust returned and his fangs descended fully.

Monica screamed. Tears falling down her cheeks. The pain from his penetration so mind blowing it was like he tore into her.

“Oh my God! oh my God! I’m sorry.”

Lucius pleaded. He tried to pull out but she held him back.

“No don’t. Don’t. Pull out. Be in me.” She begged. “I’m not weak.”

“But you are in pain.” He countered.

“Please I need this. Don’t stop.” She whispered arching her back so the pain reduced and he entered into her deeper. Not his whole length but considerably. Lucius moaned a sensuous moan. Their eyes remained glued as he started moving into her gently. Monica felt the pain but she also felt pleasure and freedom. She planted her hands on Lucius shoulders and sunk her nails in. The bond they shared sent her Into such powerful pleasure, such need that she cried out.

The pain reduced with each thrust. After some time it became so mild it was then almost non existent. All she felt became intense pleasure. She felt like she was in another world the only inhabitants Lucius and her.

As he pushed into her, she gripped him tight, tugging on him, her body was now so close to release that her breathing came in heavy gulps.

Her neck throbbed as her vein begged for his fangs to go in deeper to fill her with such intense pain and yet terrifying pleasure.

The razor sharp point stung, but she didn’t care. He had consumed her and taken her all to himself. The pleasure now was nothing like the pain she felt when he bit her the first time. Although there was still pain she was aware of all that he was doing this time and she wanted this.

Lucius pressed further, his fangs digging in her in a quick jab. He retracted his fangs almost immediately so she wouldn’t lose so much blood as this was the second time he was feeding on her this night. He wanted to save her because to him she was more important than his hunger. He loved her and as such he could not be selfish with her. He knew that if he took anymore from her blood it could intoxicate him and he won’t know how to stop if he let himself be consumed by her thirst.

The momentary pain Monica felt disappeared replaced by strong pulls at her neck but the pleasure didn’t. She sensed how much he craved her blood, the depth of his hunger, and that she fulfilled a powerful, life-sustaining need. She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles and pushing against him as he drove into her.

She had wanted this for so long, the sex. Now, she was thankful for waiting. What he gave her could not be explained or replaced. His intentions toward her were all pure and it drove her mad with love. She had believed strongly that sex should be only when there is love and this, this felt so surreal it was like a fairy tale. Her own fairytale.

He was king and she will be queen.