ELARA NIGHTSHADE
"What are you doing?"
I stared at the sculpted back of my husband. My husband! The two words sounded so foreign and intimate.
"Completing the ritual."
He answered flatly and took off the cloth which was tied around his waist. He then turned around slowly and my breath hitched at that moment.
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My heart quickened as my eyes met his bare upper body. I couldn't help but admire the way his chest rose and fell with each steady breath. The defined contours of his pectoral muscles, cast in the soft glow of the evening sun, sent a shiver down my spine.
My gaze traced the strong shoulders that seemed to bear the weight of the world, yet were poised with an underlying grace. I found herself drawn to his arms, where the play of muscles hinted at a hidden strength, a strength she yearned to explore.
My attention shifted to his neck, a slender yet sturdy column that led to a jawline that could cut through steel. The subtle stubble on his chin added an air of ruggedness, and I imagined how it would feel against my skin.
My fingers itched to reach out and touch the light dusting of chest hair that adorned his bronzed skin, as if inviting me to trace the paths of his adventures. Lower, I noticed his perfectly toned abdomen, a testament to discipline and desire, a canvas I longed to explore.
My eyes locked onto a small scar, a reminder of life's battles, and it only intensified her attraction. In that moment, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull I felt toward his bare upper body, a potent mix of strength and vulnerability that left me longing for more.
"Done eying me wifey?"
His voice brought me out of my trance and my eyes squinted at his smirk.
Bastard!
I tried to get up but my hands weren't moving. Rather something was restricting me. I looked beside me and my eyes widened seeing my hands tied to the headrest.
What the fuck?
"Why am I tied to the bed? Who did this?"
"I did this. And you are tied to the bed because it's a part of the ritual. Now that I know you are done eyeing and questioning me, I'll get down to my business. I have a coronation ceremony tomorrow to attend."
That's all he said before he came near the bed and hovered over me. My heartbeat quickened.
As he loomed above me, his eyes met mine, and in that fleeting gaze, I saw a myriad of emotions reflected back at me. There was a certain intensity in his expression, a mix of nervousness and anticipation, mirroring my own feelings. The weight of tradition and expectation pressed upon him, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders.
My heart raced, and I swallowed hard, feeling a lump in my throat. The touch of his hand against mine sent shivers down my spine, and a rush of tingling warmth spread through my body. It was a moment suspended in time, a pivotal point in my life where the past met an uncertain future.
In that delicate, intimate space, I couldn't escape the truth that we were now bound together by more than just circumstance. It was a complex mix of emotions – excitement, trepidation, curiosity, and even a glimmer of hope for a connection that could transcend the boundaries of arranged partnership.
"What….what are you doing?"
I stuttered, my heart racing at 200 km/hour. My breathing shallow as his hands slowly traced my arms before placing on the rope that tied me to the bed.
"You smell nice."
He sniffed my hair before letting out a manly growl which scrunched my stomach before settling in between my legs. Fuck! I can't stop my attraction towards this man.
"Leave… leave me."
Please don't leave me.
I was saying things my body was denying. I want him to put his mouth on me. Everywhere. But I don't like him. I don't like him a bit.
But your body does. My consciousness said. Surely my body likes him. And not to forget about the bond we are tied by. We are tied by our own blood. He has a part of me attached to his life now while I bear the same.
"It's important. For the coronation."
His voice was restricted and deep as if he was fighting something. As if he is fighting himself.
"What is important?"
He removed his face from my neck and came above me, facing me,
"I need to feed on your blood to have them assured we completed the mating process."
I was baffled. What kind of sick joke is this? He needs to feed on me.
"What the fuck is this ritual?"
His voice became stone.
"You don't disrespect our rituals. For a vampire, feeding on his better half's blood is pure. It's a pact that we are loyal to them and that we won't feed on others' blood."
The way he said it so passionately made me dampen my panties. And I felt even more embarrassed when his breath stopped. He fucking smelled it.
Moon Goddess please just kill me right now.
"Whatever it is. Get over it fast."
I stuttered and bared my neck to him. I heard a sharp intake of breath before something soft brushed my neck. I shuddered.
He traced his lips all across my neck and settled at the place where my neck and shoulder meet. Why the hell is my wedding dress bare shoulder? I gripped the ropes tightly and his hands hovered over mine, gripping them with his big calloused ones.
"It's going to hurt a bit."
His voice was husky but I couldn't say anything in reply.
His fangs brushed across my neck and a subtle pain coursed through my body at the intrusion of his fangs into my skin. My mind was hazy as he put the slightest amount of pressure there. A tingling sensation surrounded my whole body. And suddenly the weight over me was gone. I opened my eyes and found nothing but the sound of banging a door close. I sighed and my head fell back on the soft pillow. What the fuck just happened?
THIRD PERSON
As the moon cast an eerie, silvery glow upon the ancient castle, the grand coronation ceremony of the vampire prince began. The guests, all dressed in opulent black and crimson attire, gathered in a vast, dimly lit chamber adorned with ominous tapestries depicting centuries of vampiric history.
At the far end of the room, a towering throne of dark obsidian stood as the focal point. It was intricately carved with serpentine patterns and encrusted with blood-red gemstones. Overhead, crimson velvet drapes hung like cascading blood, framing the throne with an aura of foreboding.
The vampire prince, Adrian, regal in his blood-red robes, entered the chamber with a slow, deliberate stride. His piercing crimson eyes scanned the assembled nobility, exuding an air of dominance. His raven-black hair cascaded to his shoulders, framing his pale, chiseled face.
Two vampire guards, their crimson capes flowing behind them, flanked the prince as he approached the throne. With a solemn gesture, the crown bearer presented a jeweled crown, its dark gems catching the flickering candlelight. Prince Adrian inclined his head, allowing the crown to be placed upon his brow, a symbol of his rightful rule.
The scepter bearer stepped forward, offering a silver scepter adorned with a blood-red gemstone. Prince Adrian accepted it with a firm grasp, signifying his authority and dominion over his realm.
In the center of the chamber, an ornate chalice, brimming with a deep red liquid, stood on a pedestal. Prince Adrian approached it, lifting it to his lips. As he drank, the assembled vampires watched in reverence, recognizing the symbolic act of connecting with their vampiric lineage and embracing his insatiable thirst for power.
A vampire elder, draped in tattered, ancient robes, began to recite passages from age-old scrolls, his voice echoing hauntingly throughout the chamber. He recounted the history of their vampire bloodline, tracing it back through the centuries, emphasizing the prince's role as the chosen ruler to guide them into the future.
The ceremony reached its pinnacle with a mesmerizing "Dance of Shadows" performed by lithe, ethereal vampire dancers. Their movements were hypnotic, evoking the delicate balance between power and grace in their society.
As the final notes of haunting music echoed, the prince ascended his obsidian throne, and the assembled vampires bowed in submission. The chamber resounded with their pledges of loyalty and devotion.
The coronation concluded with a sumptuous feast, featuring exotic, blood-rich dishes, served by servants adorned in dark attire. The vampires revealed the abundance and prosperity that their new prince promised to bring.
Prince Adrian was no more a prince. He's now King Adrian Darkmore. The king of the whole vampire clan. The only thing that was restricting his coronation was his marital status. It's thought that vampires without their better half by them are incomplete and incapable of ruling. Vampires are ruthless and inconsiderate animals. They need someone to tame that down. Their anger and their ruthlessness can only be tamed down by their better half.
Adrian's eyes roamed around the entire room and fell on a distinctive woman. His eyes were set on fire as he saw her laughing freely. His hand gripped his sword tightly and his face morphed into something horrific.
"Time for the sacrifice, son."
Adrian's father said while being near him. Adrian's face didn't move from that particular place. His hands itched to do something.
"Can I choose the animal I want to sacrifice?"
Adrian's father was dumbstruck for a second.
"What are you intending to do, son?"
"About to sacrifice someone whose existence is not needed in our
world."
Adrian said nothing more and got down from the podium before marching towards his newly wedded wife. Elara look
ed at him and tried forming a fake smile when blood splattered all over her face and dress once again.
"Do not touch what's mine."