The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE ~ 'Enrique...

oh f**k!'

Not even the cold water of the shower can get rid of this hard-on. My head is echoing with the memory of her moans, the scent of her arousal, and the images of how her body reacted to me.

She was a work of art and I was able to play her strings so f*****g perfectly. She is the embodiment of heaven on earth.

She drives me f*****g crazy, a distraction I am never able to ignore, and I don't know how to f*****g accept that. What am I doing?

I brace my hand against the wall as the cold water pours over me. Eyes open or closed, it didn't matter. All I can see is her body arching with pleasure, the moans of ecstasy filling my ears and how f*****g good it felt... watching her expression of pure euphoria on her face...

Fuck... I can't deny that she's an addiction I am unable to refuse.

The image of her pussy with her legs spread beneath me fills my mind, the moans and screams getting louder in my head as pleasure rushes through me. I lean my head back, closing my eyes as I wrap my hand around my c**k, imagining that it's hers. Envisioning her on her knees with her tongue out, as she licks and sucks on my d**k.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Pleasure rolls through me, the pressure building as I imagine slamming into her mouth, making her choke and gag as I rip her innocence from her. Imagine her begging to be f****d... her spreading those legs... F**k!

I bite back a low groan as I imagine thrusting into her, grabbing those gorgeous locks in my hand as I f**k her hard and fast...

This time, I'm unable to hold back the low guttural groan that escapes me as intense fucking pleasure rolls through me, hitting me with a fucking incredible release and I shoot my load over the tiled wall in front of me.

Opening my eyes, I look at the wall as the shower water washes it away... the image of her p***y leaking with my come fills my mind and I close my eyes, sighing heavily.

She's not one I should be infatuated with, not one I should have done that with. I was right. One taste and it would do all but fucking satiate me. I want more, I lust for more... I want to do that all over again.

We are worlds apart and that is how it will always fucking remain.

So, what are you doing cabrón?

I step out of the shower, wishing that the shower and jerking off would have calmed my emotions, but they did not. She still consumes my mind.

I clench my jaw as I pull on sweatpants and step back into the bedroom. Stopping in my tracks when I see she's fast asleep, lying on her back, one hand resting on the pillow beside her bed.

My eyes rake over her curves, licking my lips as I admire her breasts that are straining against the fabric of the T-shirt she's wearing.

Walking to the bed I pull back the bedsheet. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. The smell of her arousal lingers and I f*****g love it. I'm about to get in when I freeze, I realise she's not put on a pair of panties, and I'm staring at that perfect p***y, wanting to bury my tongue inside of her again.

My cock throbs, my eyes flashing with that same hunger that threatens to consume me. I get into bed, her scent enveloping me entirely as I fight the urge to touch her and f**k her insane...

My eyes glimmer as I lay there, glaring at her, trying to remember the reason I'm here. Trying to remember the rage and anger I have harboured towards her padre.

I may have shut out most of my childhood memories, but I still can't forget the pain in her eyes as she showed me pity... I hate that she saw me at my most vulnerable... I was ten, I had no parents and the future looked lonely, and I turned ait my rage on the one outlet that I knew I could hurt. I wanted to hurt someone, and the little girl who seemed to care for me was the perfect person to target.

I look away, guilty at those thoughts.

How is it possible for one to care so much for someone who resents them? I won't understand her ever.

Thave hurt her, yet she still tries. She's still given me a few of her firsts despite everything I have done.

Sighing, I brush back the few small strands of her hair from her face and turn my back on her.

Pushing away all those thoughts, I instead find myself pondering over what she told me about her dream and where she was transported. There has to be something triggering that, and although I might have assumptions, I need legitimate answers. The witch, she will have answers.

Frowning, I stare at the shadows created by the cracks in the blinds as the moon shines through them.

What am I forgetting?

There's something I know I am forgetting from my childhood, something important, and no matter how hard I try, I am unable to remember what it is...

A scream pierces the air and my eyes snap open, only to realise I have my arms tight around a certain busty blond with my face buried in her ample breasts. "Your stick! Your stick is touching me!" she squeaks.

My stick?

That's when I realise I have a fucking hard-on and - oh fuck, this feels damn good... I twitch, feeling myself throb against her pussy. Only for her to gasp once again.

I quickly let go, but at the very same moment, she pushes me, not expecting me to let go and I'm knocked right off the f*****g bed.

growl as I stare up at her as she clutches the sheets to her chest, her cheeks flush, her curls tumbling in front of her face, looking like a f*****g goddess as she sits there. "S-sorry! But it was touching me!" she whimpers as she almost reaches out to me but one deadly look from me and she quickly moves back.

"Really? After last night, are you really going to play that f*****g card?" I growl as I stand up, glaring at her.

...

The memory of last night replays in both our minds, the mood in the room changing and I can see the way her colour changes, before she covers her face with her hands, scampers out of bed and runs off to the bathroom, her sexy a*s jiggling behind her. Now I want to fucking bend her over...

I growl in frustration as she stams the door. I hear the shower turn on after a moment and I run my hand through my curls.

Really, Enrique? You just had to have your fucking face buried in her boobs.

i frown. When the fuck did I turn towards her? I have had to admit I slept well...

Feeling frustrated, I decide to get ready for training. It's been a while since I've trained with my warriors. Today's the perfect time to make a stop and push them and myself to the f*****g limit. It will also give me a chance to talk to my best trackers to find me that witch. One f*****g way or another, I will find her.

I've just put some boxers and some basketball shorts on when there's a knock on the bedroom door.

I cock a brow and wonder if it's breakfast, glancing at the clock as I walk over to it and pull it open impatiently. If it's Carlos... My eyes widen slightly when I see Marie standing there.

"Good Morning! Delta Carlos was saying you'll be awake..." she trails off, her over-the-top grin fading and I see her face change to one of confusion as her gaze flits to the bed before she sniffs the air.

Fuck, can she smell the lingering scent of Kat's juices?

My mind instantly goes to the bathroom. The shower's switched off, which is great, but that's if Kataleya doesn't step out of the bathroom.

"I'll see you downstairs soon. Whatever you need to say, you can tell me then," I say curtly, about to shut the door when the bathroom door opens.

F**k.

Marie's eyes widen and she instantly steps forward, and we both turn to see Kataleya step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She is drying her long golden locks with a towel when she freezes the moment her eyes connect with Marie's. Whose thumping heart rings in my ears.

Kataleya's head snaps towards me, her black eyes wide as she stares at Marie, who is staring right back, a look of utter shock and hurt on her face.

I internally facepalm, great, just f*****g great.

Marie gasps, stumbling backwards before she turns and runs off.

"Fuck," I curse, now that's something I have to f*****g deal with.

I turn, slamming the door shut when I stop in my tracks, seeing Kataleya standing there with her hands covering her mouth, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I'm the one who has to deal with this crap.

She shakes her head, devastation and guilt written all over her face. "I hurt another woman... I knew you were engaged. I... I got so caught up I messed up. I'm a horrible person. So horrible..." her voice breaks as she stifles a sob.

"This is not your fucking fault." I stride over to her and reach for her only for her to step back as if my touch will burn her as she shakes her head. "Kataleya-"

"No! I can't stay here anymore. I can't hurt her any more than I already have. I have to leave this room. I have to tell her your plan, your arrangement. She needs to know the truth. She deserves the truth," she whispers, her heart pounding. I narrow my eyes. "It's no fucking big deal. Our marriage is but a deal."

"I don't care. What we did was wrong!" she cries out, her eyes glittering as more tears spill down her cheeks.

My eyes flash, irritation flaring through me.

"Then what? Are you going to tell her I had my tongue in your pretty little cunt last night?" I snarl, grabbing hold of her elbow as I yank her close. "Stop overreacting."

I expect an angry reply, but instead, all I am greeted with is her whispering.

"I'm horrible, so horrible... What have I done..." Is this really affecting her so much?

"Hey... I was the one who made this decision. I'm the one who kept you in my room, and I'm the one who said you will mark me. I will explain it all to her."

As the words leave my lips, deep down, I know I can never mark her. I won't. Because this pull- I can't afford to strengthen it. To fuel it further, it's already spiralling out of control.

Whatever magical allure this diosa possesses, it is already ruining me.

She's staring off to the side blankly, tears still trickling down her cheeks, the picture of irrevocable devastation.

Why is it that everything I said and did didn't affect her, but upsetting someone else has upset her?

"Look at me," I command, letting go of her and gripping her chin instead, I force her to meet my gaze. "I will fix this." She simply backs away, looking away before she walks backwards towards the bathroom and once she steps inside closes the door. I hear the soft sobs that escape her and ball my fists.

I owe no one any explanation, but for her - I'm going to have to fix this.