"Nervous, trip over my words
You're so pretty it hurts
Baby, I'm yours, Baby, I'm yours, Baby, I'm yours
I need something more
I'll pray to the Lord
That baby, I'm yours"

I'm yours -Isabel LaRosa

(sped up version of this song or the regular, whatever floats your boat)

Sorry for the awful fucking gif watermark.
Spice - o - meter: 🌶️. You better playyyyy this song when I say 👹👹👹

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The princess sipped water out of a crystalline glass, hints of lime bursting on her tongue. Her shoulders were wrapped with a thick blanket, as she sat with her arms around her knees on her balcony window.

It was snowing. It was not the first time having seen it, since she traveled to all corners of her territory.

The white flakes rained down like ash across the singed landscape, softening the sharpness of the whetted kingdom. The ocean melted the snow, like the flakes warming on the tip of one's tongue. The garden was given a new, wintery life. And the rest of the castle grounds stood out like shiny mountains, the smooth, black, and sharp surface blunted.

As she held the blanket more tightly around her, cup shaking in her hand, and the heat of her fireplace nipping her back, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Leila had known there had been others before her. The curse cycled every hundred years, so there had to have been at least two other daughter of the moon's birthed. Yet, in her training, she had never been told of them or their stories. An oversight, that now made little sense to her.

And now, she lay in the confines of a beautiful room. Married to the man that was supposed to torture her, siphon from her. The whole kingdom had expected it, for now the snide remarks from other subjects had began to make sense. How Jeongguk had told her that she was meant to be used. That Aera called her a glorified whore. How that other vampire, Garnett, completely dismissed her from Juliette despite her status.

I was not taken seriously.

They had been disappointed, that Taehyung chose to raise her to level of a princess. When all she was supposed to be, was an offering for blood. Kept in a leash, so that Taehyung could keep the curse intact, and still offer them a supply.

She shivered once more, the image of the black haired woman she never met, chained and bloodied in the dungeon arose. Each time it appeared in her mind, more daunting than the last. Sorina, a daughter of the moon that had endured so much pain.

Leila had been lucky, to be sent to this territory after the king's demise. If Taehyung hadn't reigned when she was sent, the curse of the black sun passing to him after his father's death, she would've been...

A whimper left her throat, trying to focus on the pattern of the snowflakes instead of crying more. How each cut into various shapes, sizes. And each revealed a new intricacy of nature.

Just like the prince, and his ever changing personalities.

Their dalliance and argument in the pool had alleviated some of her paranoia, and simultaneously adding to her worries. Taehyung wasn't the hundreds of year old man she thought he was before he explained his story.

Just a boy, who'd grown up in extreme circumstances. Exposed to cruelty at a young age.

She recognized that some of her anger was misplaced. If she had learned of his secret when she first arrived, she would've painted the entire castle with her blood until he couldn't breathe without wanting to rip out her throat. She was no more affronted by the fact he needed blood to survive. He was born the way he was, his blood lust was not a choice. The princess had known what it was like to be persecuted for the way she was born, and would never want him to feel the same.

And once he told the truth, some of his actions were easier to digest. His safe keeping his identity, their marriage were only logical, and his reasons for not wanting the curse to break were only logical.

Leila was not sure if that was enough to not aim for her death at his hands, but it was a provoking start. Save the world, and condemn these people to death and persecution? It was something she was going to weigh the options.

No, what was much more irking was the way he denied himself of her.

Leila wasn't impudent. As soon as he showed his emotions to her yesterday, she knew. It was possible he wanted her.

And yet he repudiated her every exhortation. Her sad attempt at sharing her interest.

Despite their marriage, Leila was not delusional to expect love from the prince. As someone who was detrimental to his life, she could not imagine his feelings for her would run as deep as they could for his brethren. Or maybe a vampiress, who was a kindling in comparison to her human countenance.

She wanted the prince.

Leila knew it would not be like the kiss she had received as a teen, with him. It was curiosity, at his touch and his beauty. It did not have to be deep. Some of the stories involved fleeting romances that had little to do with emotion.

And according to the curse, he should've shared in her interest.

If didn't want to use her for her blood like he said, he cared. He cared a trace amount, whether he wanted to admit it or not. If it wasn't her blood he wanted, why was he acting in utter ecstasy yesterday? He touted how he could never want her, and yet he asked her to put his hands under his shirt. Shivered as she did so. He defended her against Jimin's quips. He stunned Azita into silence.

"I don't see you as a woman." And yet as he held her in his arms, it felt so fabricated.

The prince said he wouldn't ever be interested. That it was just respect. That jealousy wouldn't work on him, and yet the smile always slipped from his face when he spotted Jimin's hands on her.

And most damning of all, he wouldn't let Leila just die.

Leila knew she was less experienced in the human condition. More naïve to the everchanging whim of emotion, but she was sure the man was holding back. Saying so many hurtful things to push her away, but then was like a moth to a flame when they finally got close.

And even if he wasn't lying, and he lacked true interest in her, than he could not control her actions and who she decided to be with. Or where.

But ever since the other night, she had been barred from him once again. Him seething and moping that she wrenched the truth out of him herself, and not by his accord. Even after she had accepted the truth, more graciously than she could've. Still, it was he who hid from her once again. The princess had enough, even as she sat in her room alone.

He would not run from it. She would not allow it.

Leila had heard from Lily, as they took a turn in the garden the night before. They were having a gathering. When Leila asked why she had not been invited, the girl had grown uncomfortable. Giving her some excuse about it being political, despite her invitation.

Leila had smiled, telling her she knew of their affliction. And instead of looking ashamed, Lily gasped out a relieved laugh. Saying how she was tired of hiding from her anyways. Leila told her what transpired between the prince and her, practically causing the poor girl to have a coughing fit.

Then, once she had settled, they devised a darkly feminine plan. One that made Lily giggle so loudly with excitement, that Leila had to shove her hand over the girl's mouth.

"Do you think you'll avoid the prince's wrath?" Leila had inquired seriously, not wishing her friend to get tangled in their affairs.

"Oh, I don't think he'll care how you got in. He'll be distracted."

Leila rested her cup on the sill, a smile breaching her sadness.

Lily would be arriving shortly to help her tidy up, and then leave early so that no one would know of her accomplice. It left Leila some time to ponder.

Where would he run to, when the sacrifice offered herself willingly?

**************

A sweet violin carried across the open ballroom, between slightly open double doors. Leila heard the debauchery well from the outside, hiding behind a wall and away from the guards. Feeling the deep ache of being ostracized in her territory.

That bastard.

She took one breath. Two. Shaking her head, and letting her heeled shoes click at the stone under her feet, she moved out from the wall. Her chagrin boiling inside of her.

The princess smiled, letting her white teeth dazzle. The two guards stationed outside the festivities, looked at her in shock, and then confusion as she neared the doors to walk in. Before she could even cross the threshold, both men in armor placed out their iron spears in a cross. Forcing her to come to an abrupt stop.

"My apologies princess, you are barred from entering." The one on the right answered her questioning stare, and then looked ahead.

The one on her left avoided her eyes entirely. It made the smile spread even wider, as she held her hands gently at her front. Not phased by the declaration.

"You will let me in, or you will be disposed of."

The guard let out a nervous laugh, "The prince was the one who gave me the instruction to not let you in. He will do no such thing."

It was silent. Neither guard looking at her now. She held back her laugh, wondering how either of them acquired the position. They had weapons, and fangs. And they could not even spare her a glance.

Leila stepped closer to the man in armor, so close her skirts brushed his feet, "You're mistaken. The prince will not dispose of you. I will."

The man gulped nervously, gauging the reaction of the man across from him. The other nodded, and their spears lifted. Leila nodded at them, before making her way through the doors, and into the ballroom of the kingdom.

At first, the festivity raged on.

The large ballroom was entirely black and marbled, with white running through the material like veins, columns running up the sides and near the back. Large hearths at the left and right of the moon were lit with midnight blue flames, and large windows near the top of the walls shown the moon and the stars. The ceilings a mosaic of the night sky, which melted seamlessly into the blanket of true night.

People, or beings as she would know them now, flickered around the room like ghosts. The whole of the court seemed to dance, dine, or bicker to their companions. Wavering in and out, from the blue light of the fire from the silver light of the moon.

Music continued to soar, seducing her. The deep and dark tones sounding from the group in the far corner, that played a ballad of longing with a violin, cello, and bass.

Her eyes found the ones she recognized quickly. Some of the nobles, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin. Aera in a deep emerald gown, who she spotted eyeing Hoseok, nursing a heavy glass of what Leila knew was blood. Garnett, who sadly was positioned near the musicians, holding a girl as he bit into her neck, as she grasped onto his shoulders. Jimin, who stood near the table full of food, looking disgusted as he poked at a sprig of grapes.

Lily, dressed in a dusty rose gown. The girl caught her eye, smirking, and slyly remained in her conversation with another woman of the court.

And lastly, Taehyung.

Leila felt her heart race ferociously, fighting both her heart and body at the sight of him. Their previous encounter, only intensifying her reaction.

The prince sat on a large thrown, appearing as the ruler of hell over his undead subjects. The throne was carved from obsidian, impossibly sharp and spired in the moonlight. Each movement from before him, reflected in its glassy surface. His pointy and jagged crown, littered with sapphires, sat proudly on his locks.

The raven haired prince's head was turned to the side, his jawline as sharp as his throne. He glowered, sending his pretty face into an intimidating statue. His bronze hand grabbed harshly at his chin, as he rested one elbow on the arm of the throne, cup of blood ignored where he rested. The man played with the silver hoop dangling from his opposite ear.

His dark eyes staring into nothingness. His outfit contradicted his brooding disposition.

Even from here, Leila could see the outline of his body. His black blouse was made entirely of mesh, his tanned abdomen and chest visible. Satin ribbons only hiding him partially in the front.  His black trousers hugged his bottom half, leather boots shown as he sat open legged.

Leila seemed to forget why she came. Why she had even crashed the fete in the first place. Lost in the prince's appearance, his reign over the crowd.

God of death, he was to her. Torment and peaceful relief, all at once.

"Is that the princess?" Said one voice, a whisper to her right.

And then, utter silence ensued.

Leila watched in disbelief, as the entire room fizzled out like a forgotten candle. It breezed across the room, cutting the music, the laughter, and the feasting.

Her gaze remained ahead, trying not to flinch as the whisper made it to the prince, who leaned over to a gesturing guard. Heightened hearing indeed, she muttered to herself, cursing silently at the abilities she now recognized in the group of beings.

Her worries left her, when the prince looked up from his guard. Making searing eye contact with her, the darkness of his black depths swallowing her with its condemnation.

Shit.

She remained anchored to her spot, not wilting as the man stood up at the throne. Knowing more than likely, she was going to be thrown out of the room. If that was the circumstance he wished to enact, she would fight back.

But the man stayed at his throne. An easy smile flitted across his face, as addressed his royal subjects. His eyes still betraying him, as they daggered into her gut.

Tracing across every part of her he had touched before.

"Please, don't end your pleasure on the account of my wife. The daughter of the moon knows what we are, and what we indulge in. I invited her, a peace offering, to our blood fete."

Taehyung's voice twisted at the end, with his lie he was using to abate the crowd.

It grated Leila, as he once again took control of her narrative. Making her appearance seem like his idea. And yet, the reaction was not an eased one.

A gasp collective gasp lifted around the room. Leila's hair lifted at the back of her neck, as members of the court closest to her hissed, fangs glinting with light and the red of blood. She swallowed nervously, trying to find any of the familiar faces. A cry for help. Readying herself to use her magic, feeling the churn of it in her chest.

The prince's voice boomed out again, placing himself back in a lazy position on the throne, "Please. Continue as you were before. I like to watch."

The last part of what he said curled around the crowd, stroking them. Soon, the silence shook away and the music started. The princess forgotten by most, as they continued to dance around her. Sucking on the open necks of what seemed like other vampires, and some more drowsy humans. Leila touched at her stomach, the imaginary making her neck tingle at the memory.

Only the jade of Aera's eyes stood out among the crowd. Flickering from the festivities to the princess herself. Leila took the challenge, glaring back at her.

"Well sacrifice, you surely know how to make an entrance." Jimin sounded dryly from behind her to face him.

Leila played coy, opening her eyes widely at the advisor. He looked handsome, his hair parted and the front of the hazelnut color parted gently over his eyes. His body was adorn in a white ruffled blouse, his trousers a satin cream, he one hand tucked into a pocket. The other holding his own glass, lips darker from the content of the cup.

His eyes seemed bright despite his tone, as if he approved of her disobedience.

"What do you mean? I'm enjoying the festivities, like a princess of this kingdom should." Leila responded easily, straightening her spine.

The man of star light let his eyes drift across her, brown irises flashing. Leila did not fault him, expecting it.

She wore a black gown, so dark, it was a shadow. Voiding any light that dared to cross its path. The dress lay in a band across her waist, two pieces of fabric rising over her breasts, and threaded to the ribbon of black that circled around her neck. Two open sleeves fell from the capped shoulders, and silver beads ran along each edge of the dark dress. A chain of black diamonds, hung from the choker, and between her chest.

It wasn't romantic, and Leila didn't want it to be. The dress was powerful. A decree in its own right. Differing from the soft, dainty fabrics she usually wore. Or the seductive red dresses she wanted to flower in.

It had its intended affect.

The advisor smirked, his gait bringing him closer. Leila looked up at him, not shying away as he circled her. Mouth stained, leaning down to speak into her ear.

"Only, you're not supposed to be." Jimin bantered, his voice sickeningly sweet.

The princess did not move away from his advances this time.

Stepping closer even as he stood up from his place by her, his brows furrowing at her unfamiliar actions. 

Leila let her voice dip, looking at the advisor through her kohl lined lashes, "No one can stop me. Not even that craven beast. Now, can you do me a favor?"

"Hmm, it depends. Will you send me into exile if I don't? Or am I allowed to refuse?"

The princess shook her head, laughing. Feeling the prick of sensation at the back of her neck, knowing that someone was staring at the interaction.

"I think you'll enjoy it. Who knows, maybe I will too. It will royally vex the prince."

Jimin's mischievous grin grew wider, lighting up his face in a way she hadn't seen before.

"Dear gods, ask away. I'm positively bored this evening."

The princess nodded, trying to bite back her smile. Knowing that he might be too enticed by it. Anticipation bit at her throat, at her stomach.

She did not dare stare back at the throne, as she let her voice caress her companion.

"Would you mind being used?" Leila asked nervously, trying to hide it with coyness.

The time that they had attempted this before, he had ended up on his knees. Ego mortally wounded, and her frustration with him at a high. It was very possible he could deny her any further meddling.

She should've known better, than to misjudge a man who thrived in chaos.

His grin turned warmer, "Not at all my lady. It's actually one of my most recent fantasies."

Leila rolled her eyes, shifting closer to the advisor, plucking his glass out of his hand and placing on a table close to them, "Good. You won't be needing that."

Jimin took her in, before placing both hands on the middle of her waist. Leila wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at man. Speculation stunning him into silence, until his eyes glittered with misconduct.

"Oh, it seems you found out about your affliction? That the curse makes you so drearily obsessed with the prince? And vice versa?" The man asked her, guiding them to and fro across their area of the ballroom. They had danced publicly before, so they gathered little attention.

Leila didn't even bother correcting him. That the curse only spun its web in one direction. Instead, more attentive to his confession.

"You knew?"

And he still he offered his alliance to her, to aid in seduction. Going against Taehyung's every whim and order. Aiding in opposition to the prince's avoidance and hesitation. Risking the chance the prince killed her and broke the curse.

But it seemed like the advisor relished in taking risks.

The man spun her out, then pulled her in closer as she made it back to him, "I know everything. And I tried to get him to tell you earlier. I promise you that much."

The princess sucked at her teeth, "But you also wanted me in the dungeons like the last daughter of the moon, didn't you? I know what you do once a month. I know what you all hunt. I know why your eyes are bruised, why red liquid is always spilling out of your cups, and why you wish for it to remain night."

"Well, it seems he told you more than I could've ever dreamed." The man let out a soft, unamused laugh. Holding tighter to her waist. His hands resting at the edge near the bottom of her ribs.

"He didn't tell me at first. I had to figure it out myself, then extract the rest from his unwilling mouth, and I'm fucking angry. So," Leila stepped to the side with him, leaning in closer. Watching his eyes grow hungry at her closeness, "Just how sharp are those fangs?"

The man let his head fall back, laughing loudly. Several court members looked in their direction, whispers starting between them. Lily loomed by closely from behind, her eyes widened with awe. Leila saw at the corner of her vision, some of the noble men walk to Lily, pointing at them and inquiring. Their eyes fighting between the throne, and the pair dancing.

Perfect. An attentive audience.

Jimin stared down at her again, mirth in his eyes, voice a drawl, "Leila, Leila. It seems like you've turned into a succubus without my help."

Leila laughed off the compliment, letting her waved hair fall behind her. Exposing the sensitive skin of her neck, her chest, "Actually, when I was sorting through my strategies, I thought to myself, 'what would Jimin do to piss him off'"?

"You don't even know how deliciously correct you are." The man said, shaking his head, smirk settled into his skin.

Leila nodded, trying to settle her heart. She'd never been bit before, since Taehyung had refrained from doing so. She wasn't sure how much pain she would be in. But still, she would not turn back now.

"Marvelous. Now, do it whenever you get the urge."

Jimin mused, biting his lip, "Hmm, I'm feeling the urge...right now."

The princess held in her screech as the man turned her around at a blinding speed. Her heart beat wildly, as he moved them in the direct line of the throne.

Leila looked up, bewildered, just for her eyes to once again meet the prince's.

Taehyung was staring directly at them, focus turning his arabica eyes into rings of burnished gold. His ringed pointer finger tapping the arm chair, the other fisting his glass infinitely tighter than before. His expression was blank, a cold, barren thing as he looked at the pair from his royal seat.

Other than his finger, he remained anchored. Unblinking, unbreathing. Not showing any signs of outrage or protest.

Just watching.

The princess was forced to meet his relentless gaze, Jimin's arm wrapped snuggly under her breasts. His other finger hooked into the sliver of material that covered her neck, pulling down so he had room to bite. His breath was cold as he leaned in, the tip of his fangs scraping at the skin.

Leila gritted her teeth, Taehyung's eyes impossibly vacant. His head twisting almost indiscernibly, his top lip twitching.

"Jimin I-" But the man gave her no time to protest.

Sinking his fangs into the middle of her neck, and promptly cutting off her voice. Her gaze fell from the prince. The pain was excruciating, as she thrashed against his back. The whole room went blurry at the sharpness of it, faces and light becoming one. And then the searing pain simmered, turning into a soft hum. Her eyes fluttering with fatigue, dull and peaceful.

It was easier to pretend then. Leila took a deep breath, closing her eyes and settling herself before acting out. Stuck close to his chest, she slowed her movements. Sighed into his body.

She let her eyes fall half shut, and parted her lips, pretending to be in the throws of passion. The bite of their kind made their prey feel at ease, but also in some cases, pleasure.

They were not out of place. The people that had been around them dancing and taking blood of their own continued doing so for the most part. Apparently, the best friend of the prince biting the neck of the bride wasn't that fascinating or extraordinary.

Leila looked to her right, finding that both Lily and the nobles were not staring at them. Nor, Aera, nor Garnett. Nor a couple of the other court members that were more close to the prince.

No.

Everyone else in the hall that cared, stared at him.

Garnering the prince's reaction.

Leila let her gaze fall back to him, ignoring the twinge of pain, and the small groan Jimin released. His arm crushing at her ribs.

There was no change in his face. His position, or where his eyes laid. Directly in line with her silver irises.

Just not, his hand leaked with gold liquid, no, his blood. The glass chalice he'd been holding, crushed and sliced into his skin. His fist, still holding on tightly to the shards, as if he did not notice their broken state. Or how it pierced into his skin.

Azat mikam.

Jimin removed himself from her neck, the fangs leaving her skin easily. Leila turned around immediately, grabbing at the skin. Not knowing why her chest felt caved in, her heart paralyzed.

The advisor's pupils were blown out, an lethargic cloud floating in his expression. His lids were lazy, as he peered down at her. His eyes resting on her wound, as he wiped at the silver blood that coated his mouth.

"You taste like a goddess." He murmured, loudly. Loud enough for the words to reveal themselves to the prince, with their affinity for hearing.

"I'm glad I am your drink of choice. Let us carry on in my chambers."

We need to go.

The prince looked positively murderous. A negative consequence, that she had accounted for.

Jimin nodded, letting her latch onto his arm. Leila didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Lily, before they whisked out of the room. The feeling of the prince's stare, burning holes into her back.

The chill of it, making her shiver as they rounded the corner. The absence felt entirely, as they made it to her room.

Leila stood before the door, unlatching herself from the brunette male beside her. The man waited, crossing his arms as she fought with herself.

"Don't tell me you're scared?" The man teased, his teeth now blunted once more.

Leila whacked his arm, hard for the painful bite he gave her without warning. But they had worse things to worry about, like the impending doom the prince would reign over both of them.

"I am not scared of you, that's for sure. Now come in, quickly."

She opened the door, holding her breath as the man stepped in. The girl paused, looking both left and right down the dark hallway. Finally relaxing when she realized more than likely the prince was not going to appear.

And slightly dismayed.

"Wait here if its okay with you, we need him to think we kissed." Leila threw out at the man, closing the door.

She turned to find him already staring at her, amusement palpable. Leila frowned in embarrassment, his smile looked mocking.

"You know, if we actually kissed, it would piss him off even more." Jimin offered slowly, taking a step towards her.

Leila felt her heart leap, and she walked away from him to turn on the fireplace. She lifted her hand, forcing the heart to light. Avoiding his stare until she couldn't anymore,"Right but-"

This time, Jimin's voice softened, his eyes earnest, "Leila. If the prince chooses not to lay with you, or pay you any attention, he's an imbecile. No matter what he feels for you, if its a lot or none at all, why not have some fun? Especially if he doesn't act on it."

The advisor, her friend, placed his hands on her shoulders. His eyes moving from her lips, to her eyes, and back. The little trick he taught her.

Leila looked at him, at his small nose, crescent eyes, fluffy hair, and pert lips. He was pretty too. She doubted he lacked in skill, or passion. Not from the way he eyed her hungrily.

What was the harm?

"Alright." The word sounded small from her, but it was enough.

The man pushed her gently back, so that she rested against the fireplace. Her heart settled naturally, as the man waited. His cold breath hitting her mouth, as he leaned closer. Closer and closer. His hands moving from her shoulders, and slid onto the wall next to her head.

Brown eyes finally resting on her lips, and closing the distance between them.

And she tried. Not wanting Taehyung to be right, and not wanting the deities to dictate who she decided to bed.

But reality did not compare, to even my dreams.

His lips were soft. Nice. A feeling like the clouds, a cool drink of spring water. They rested against her, a peck.

He pulled back, eyes hazy as they connected with her own. And then he dived again.

This time Jimin moved against her, and he pressed his chest to her own. Sinking in, urging her into the kiss. Leila moved against him, their lips sliding together as she parted hers. The tanginess of blood still between them. It was really nice. Jimin knew what he was doing, as they continued to pace with one another. It was better than with the boy in her other territory.

Jimin pulled away to breathe, his brows furrowing as he stared at her. With fear in his eyes? Leila could not tell, what panic arose in him. She laughed nervously, biting at her lip.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The brunette man swallowed harshly, answering softly his eyes grazing her face again, "No, not at all."

Before kissing her again. Leila tried to get more into it, placing her hands on his chest. Pulling him in. And it was fun, as she became more comfortable with the movements. She even laughed as he brushed his tongue against her bottom lips, causing the man to groan her name in annoyance in her mouth.

It came to a halt, as Jimin was ripped out of her grasp.

Leila screamed, as the man went flying across the room, all the way until he crashed against the opposite wall.

(A/N: HAHAHHAH this is so funny)

Her horror only increasing as she saw the perpetrator.

Kim Taehyung was lethal, an arrow notched on a stretched bow. His profile cut through the warm light of the room, seeping it out. He stood, a shadow, facing his best friend who he had thrown like a barbarian. He didn't even spare a glance at her, did not even acknowledge her presence as she screamed.

Jimin started to shift on the floor, groaning. Leila went to go help him up, but Taehyung held out his arm opening his palm, and used his magic to stop her from doing so.

She huffed in anger, but Jimin held up a hand. Dusting himself off, and glaring at the prince.

"Get the fuck out." Taehyung growled out, a low rumble that arrested even the air in the room.

Leila shifted, looking between the two men. Only the crackle of fireplace crackling filled the silence.

"Taehyung, I-", The advisor started, sounding sorry. But remorse did not show on his face, if he felt any at all.

"If I have repeat myself, you're dead to me."

That shocked everyone in the room.

Even Taehyung's stark gaze narrowed at the harshness of his own words. Jimin parted his mouth, before pressing it into a straight line. Taking a small glance at a stunned Leila, pink coloring his cheeks in anger and shame.

Swiftly, the advisor crossed the room and slammed the door shut.

Leaving the pair alone.

Leila didn't know what to say first, as she shifted back to rest on the fireplace. Moving further from his war path. Should she tell him he overreacted severely, and that most people didn't even pay attention to them? If that was what he was pissed about. That he was an asshole. That he was cruel to his friend that did nothing inherently wrong. That he should go apologize, not remain in her room.

But all her words were lost when the man whirled around to her from his place in the center of the room.

Flame danced in this trenches of his dark eyes. The gold flakes like jeweled torches. His curved, heart shaped lips were curled over his teeth.

Leila gulped, a shock going through her spine.

I think I went too far.

"I said to not bring him back here." Taehyung lowly seethed, his voice grating over the one word. His eyes closing softly, as he referred to Jimin.

Leila's frustration came back in full force, his statement perplexing. If he did not want her, why did it matter who and where anything happened? Why did it matter more that it was Jimin?

Against her deteriorating sanity, she refuted him, "Actually, you said don't bring anyone back to my rooms. Who it is, is of little consequence. I wanted to kiss him. Why did you stop us?"

The man moved quicker than her eyes could see. She was glad they all hid their quickness from her before, the effect disorienting.Leila startled back as the prince settled before her, her heart now racing her breath for who could make her feel the most faint.

Taehyung stood only a couple inches from her now. Towering over her, his head angled down. Though he did not reach out to touch her.

The mask of his, slipping, as pure wrath poured from his sharp tongue.

"That wasn't a kiss." The prince hissed out.

Leila blushed, their proximity flushing her as his heat mingled with that of the fire. Was he mocking her? Was he making fun of the fact she was inexperienced?

"Yes it was. The exact definition of one."

The man shook his head, ignoring her as he let his wrath speak for him. A sight, she had yet to see, as the prince winded himself up so tightly that he finally burst.

Taehyung's dark eyes were the obsidian of his throne, his hood hand flailing as he fisted the injured one by his side. His tone teetering on the edge of frantic.

"You let him bite you. He bit you first before I- that fucking asshole didn't tell you what that could possibly happen. You didn't you do it back, did you? Did you?!"

What could happen? And why hadn't Jimin told her? The thought incensed her, that she did something even more reckless than she could've imagined. One that made Taehyung's epic response, a necessary one.

Leila burned hot as the man didn't wait for an answer, his hand lifting to pull at the material by her neck. His ringed finger slightly brushing at the two pinprick wounds that formed, heating her skin. She grimaced, watching his face fall. The volcano simmering, as that murderous look made it's way back.

The princess grew indignant, wanting him to relent and tell her more, "No, but I would've if he asked. I would've done anything for him. I wanted him."

She lied.

The man smirked meanly, daringly. His laugh rasping as he placed one hand on the fireplace above her head. Leaning closer, as he bent at the elbow. Their noses parallel. Cedar wood and all things delicious making her thoughts hazy.

Her eyes followed his dusky lips as he spoke, his voice low. Prodding. Invading her.

"Don't lie to me Leila. I can fucking feel it. Or should I say, the lack thereof. You are as placid as a fucking lake after kissing someone for the first time-"

"That wasn't my first kiss." She interrupted the prince's rant, startling him into a frozen state.

There.

There it was. A glimmer of something other than duty, than humaneness. Then respect, or anger. It was as rare as the snowfall, so unknown to her that it was shocking in its brilliance.

Taehyung's expression shifted dramatically before her very eyes. At first it was relieved, and then changed to something like jealousy. Then a hopeful storm.

Or was it just wishful thinking?

Gone.

Finally settling on his favorite, cold, unfeeling mask. A little too stiff to be genuine.

"Right." Taehyung strained out, removing his arm from beside her head.

The same hand, opening and closing at the palm. His eyes stayed tethered to her own, not on her lips. Or her open chest.

Leila felt that pain again, the one that pulled at her whenever he was around. That lump in her throat soaring along with the butterflies that wouldn't settle. And pain, just pain.

As he denied her. Denied them. Divine intervention and a curse, couldn't make someone want her.

Taehyung didn't want me.

The thought made her mouth work in time with the pulsing ache of her body. Her voice was hoarse, eyes narrowed in bold torment. If she could not remove her heart, this hurt, she wanted to remove him from her mind. The tiny string of fate that connected her to him, was strained to its limit, frayed with constant weathering.

"Show me how you did it. How you severed the curses pull. I want to do it. I don't want to be tied to you. Desire you. I want it to be gone, like how you feel for me now. Indifferent." She begged icily, not wanting to give him the benefit of her embarrassment at another rejection.

The prince's eyebrows raised, scoffing into the air between them. He searched into her,waiting for the jest to end. But once he realized she was being utterly serious, he moved closer, gaze narrowing. The tip of his shoes resting at the beginning of hers. If she breathed too deeply, her chest would brush at the mesh of his shirt.

"That's what you think?" Taehyung whispered, sounding cross.

His face contorted, nettled by her suggestion. And she truly couldn't understand why.

Is that not what he wanted? For her to be kept here, safe, and out of his way? Connecting only when they needed to, and cordial in their interactions. Never crossing a line.

"It's what I know." Leila stated, monotone.

Keeping her silver irises on him. Watching, waiting. Pining. Rejecting the sheer force of her feelings that ran through her veins by him just standing before her. Hating that no one else had been able to make her feel the same way.

I'll say it a thousand  times. I yearn for the time when you did not look at me. Because then, I did not know the void your presence left when you took it away from me.

It was silent, in the most gut-wrenching way possible. Like the quiet before a firework, the quiet before a coronation, the quiet before a cat finally catches the mouse. Empty and overflowing all at once.

Taehyung shuddered, his lips parting. His eyes scrunched close in that way she knew meant he was at his wits end.

The coldness of the tile was not enough to keep her from scorching, as the man's eyes opened back up on her. With the intensity of his middle name, of a thousand suns.

Agony and want so apparent on him, that Leila felt herself flush back further away from him. Confounded by what he was letting her see.

The raven haired man dipped his head, half of his face bathed in an orange glow. The flame licking at his dark hair, kissing his high cheekbones, making love with his Cupid's bow. The light making the mesh seem to wave across his skin, that she knew to be smooth. His brows furrowed, tongue swiping at his bottom lip. All the fury in his body, coiled.

Withholding, refraining. As he bound his hands to his sides.

Taehyung started slowly, his voice a hoarse declaration, "I am trying so hard to be good. To be in control of myself. You can't see that, can you?"

Leila was disarmed by his words. A rose, plucked of her petals. Only the thorns left on her bare stem. Her body shivered, as she searched his face, searched for an answer to his every sugar laden falsity.

Her stomach fell a thousand miles, into the depths of deep abyss, and soared all the way up to the night sky.

It was too much for her to handle, to even process. And yet, she wanted more. More of it, more of his harrow. More of his pretty words that fell from once stoic lips.

She wanted to pull at his emotions, make him shatter, as he did her first night here. Cutting into the fabric of his reality, and changing everything he knew. Making him feel the myriad of human feeling all at once, pushing the body to the brink of its existence.

"I don't want good. I wanted Jimin. And you took him away from me, because you want me to suffer here. You don't want me to find happiness, you just want me to exist. Numb to the world like I was before. You don't have to keep me in the dungeons for me to be caged."

The man laughed, eyes void once more, his incisors seeming to lengthen in the light. Then blunting once again, "You have it all wrong, Leila. I want you to experience everything to it's fullest extent. You deserve someone who can unravel you with just a touch. Who can ignite, then quell that silver inferno in your eyes. He does not do that for you. It's what I know."

Leila shook from his decadence, wanting it needing it hating it. His arrogance in acting like he knew what she wanted, even more than she did. Dangling the prospect of him fulfilling these desires, without the intention of doing it himself.

Wait.

Enraged panic grasped onto her, making her gasp for air, "You said you could feel it...Can you hear it? Can you read my fucking thoughts Taehyung? Is this another one of your fucking twisted and invasive abilities-"

Taehyung interrupted her, pacifying the girl, "No, I can't read them. It's something that I have an affinity for. I can sense when people have strong emotions towards something. But your reactions, desires, wants are a monumentally clearer. Like a quick picture in my mind, but it's you who sends them. I never search for them."

Fuck. It seemed obvious now, as she thought back. The way his eyes snapped up to hers when she thought of taking him in her mouth in the carriage. When he warned her during their dance, just as her thoughts turned south. And countless other times he seemed to stiffen as she thought her delinquent fantasies.

Every bit of information she had been told by him just kept getting worse.

Leila had been so obscene, so transparent.

"It's all the curses doing. You don't want it. You don't see me in that way. I don't want to feel this way anymore." Leila cried out bitterly, pushing at his chest to create distance between them.

They were too confined, and she was too licentious for him. Time and time again shamed for the feelings she could not control, that he did not return.

The man shook off her shove, moving close to her again. Begging with his eyes, "The curse doesn't make you want me all the time Leila. It should only, for lack of better words, react when I am directly in front of you. I figured that out by talking with Sorina, finding out her limits."

Leila chuckled in a snark manner, getting even closer to him. Their noses almost brushing, as she got in his face to accuse him, "You lied then. Saying I wouldn't want you if the curse wasn't placed upon me."

The man did not shy away, instead his scowl deepening, while his eyes shined with satisfaction.

"I didn't lie this time, I just wasn't entirely sure until the other night. That it was the same for you. You feel the same for me, whether I'm sucking the essence of your neck, or even after we fight, from rooms away." Taehyung grinned ferociously at her, haughtiness betraying his resolve. Cocking his head to the side as he looked down upon her, lips parted.

Too much.

"Fix me then."

"There's nothing to fix. You aren't broken."

"You-"

Taehyung spoke after the hitch in her voice, so much bitterness intertwined with the words, "I am not a good man. I am a liar. A lecher. A coward. And when I'm around you, I'm mortally weak. I tried Leila, I tried to stay away. But you won't let me out of the trap you set as soon as you walked into my throne room."

Is this a game? Another lie? An attempt to keep her within this walls?

Her mind went blank, that numbness seeping into her once again. Trying to combat the surge that he created, the ocean that threatened to pull her under.

He was so focused on her eyes, her reaction, that he did not realized that she lifted her skirts, and pulled out her knife.

Stabbing it into his chest.

Their eyes connected, as the knife slid through the cavity of his chest. Piercing his heart. She was sure of it, as they both stared down at the wound and back up, the tension only thickening instead of finding a sweet relief. Gold blood poured from the wound, as iridescent as her own.

The black depths reflected her own face, showing their astounded disposition.

And something darker, lurked within those mysterious eyes, as her blade lay in his chest. His mouth softening, as the weapon jutted between them, her hand still gripped tightly on the hilt.

Leila remained silent as she did so, as stony faced as he had been previously. Not giving him the relish of her remorse. Hoping to disappoint her as he looked at her, taking her in.

Her hands revealed, what her face did not. Quivering on her hold, her outtakes of breath just as flimsy.

Did it hurt him?

Her heart ached, as if she'd stabbed her own chest. Voice somehow finding adequate strength,
"We are severed. You're free to fuck off to any part of your castle, far away from me. Satisfied?"

What he did next, would mystify her till the end of time.

He gripped onto the hilt, around her hand, pulling her in. Letting the knife slide into his chest further, so that her lips were only a couple inches from his.

Leila's eyes widened, her pulse thrumming haphazardly. Taehyung's eyes flickered from her neck, to her lips, deepening. Narrowing in that same, fragile agony. The dam breaking, his mask falling away like autumn leaves.

"Hate me. Hurt me. Betray me." The words were deep, sinking into her body more than fangs ever could.

He paused, only to twist the knife in deeper, until gold pooled and slicking both of their hands. Grips slippery.

Leila squirmed, trying to pull back. Trying to take back the weapon, panicking as more blood slithered over them. She wanted to scream at him, to curse him.

But he had other plans, as he dipped past her face. Letting his soft, hot lips run over the top curve of her ear. Grumbling lowly, an edge of desperation in his voice, "The more pain you make me feel, the more tempting you become."

Oh. Gods, how she hated the fucking thrill that ran down her spine. How his prose sucked at her, then soothed her. How she trembled at the slight connection, the macabre of this moment.

It was all she had wanted to hear. And yet, it felt like one of the many lies he told.

Daywanah. Insane. Crazy. Possessed by darkness.

He and she alike.

She pushed him back again, and she wished he hadn't.

It was all there.

His desire. For her. The echo of his lust, an endless ripple in a pond.

Though he kept his hands away from her, his body curled over her. Eyes never leaving her, open as they were to rage to the want he was emitting now. Consuming her, griping for her, his fingers not willing to let go of her own as they were coated in his essence.

Beyond the dazed look he had when he tasted her blood. More akin to the look she had on her face, when she caught herself daydreaming about him.

Unable to hide, to restrain any longer.

He acts like this now? After she stabbed him? Either he's really twisted, or this was a way for him to get her back for fighting to prince.

Leila tried to find her dignity. To pull it back over her heart, and use it as armor. Even as his amorous irises rid her of all her last defenses.

"I tempt you? What trick is this today. Make the poor girl who have never known love, fall for you? And yesterday, you told me you didn't even see me as a woman. I'm not convinced, prince. Prove to me you want me, as much as I want you."

See? I tried. Thinking, that he would catch hold of his sense.

That the uptight prince, would sew himself back together. Place on that mask of indifference, and finally walk out of her room.

But no.

That look that she would now crave forever, only escalated in its splendor. His lids dropped deliciously, the lashes painting shadows over his structured face. The prince craned himself closer, her eyes dipped to his practically bare chest and then back up. His eyes flashed with knowing.

"Still making demands at me? I told you, I won't kiss you unless you beg," A smile tugged at Taehyung's top lip, the words an authoritative, demanding caress against her skin. He let his voice drop to a sultry whisper, "So beg for me, Ignis."

His nickname for her dipped right between her thighs. Making them clench. Leila glared at him, her pride reaching new heights of uncertainty as her honor fled to the gates of hell.

Kiss me. That's all I've wanted to do. Your mouth on mine as I'm satiated senseless.

Silver met awaiting black, the flecks of gold almost gone with the dilation of his pupils. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest, as he had her pinned to the wall, with only his words, and their grip around knife that still anchored them.

"Kiss me." She said into the air, a delicate reckoning. A simple word, she tried to fortify with steel.

And yet it conveyed every desire of her own.

Her lashes fluttered anxiously, wishing he would look away. Wishing he would stop smiling at her in that manner. Wishing she had more space, so cedar stopped invading her mind.

The man shook his head, mocking disappointment as his inky eyes dipped, making his hooped earring flutter.

"Not good enough."

Torturing her. Making her feel like she had at night. Caught in the throes of passion, and unable to control her own body.

"Taehyung, kiss me until I can't recall my own name. Till I'm shaking in your arms, and my legs can't stand on your own, and begging for your touch for all of eternity."

The man's smile was practically feline, his lips wrapping around his response languidly, "As you wish."

Taehyung let go of her hand, just enough for her to pull out at knife. It was visible that the wound had stopped bleeding, and would heal itself.

She didn't know what to do with herself. As she had imagined this outcome many a time, the sheer nervousness she felt overwhelmed her. Insecurities pricked like thorn across her skin.

Taehyung looked down, frowning at her hand. Wrapping his around her clenched fist, gripping at her fingers so they loosened and released the knife. The loud clang the metal created barely registering to her.

There was nothing between them now. No physical wall, preventing their joining. Just them.

All she felt was the connection. The way his warm, soft hand felt on her own. How there was a scar across his palm, that she wanted to trace and map out.

Silence stretched. Taehyung's eyes a piece of the night sky, midnight with glittering stars. Amusement, want, and something like fear dancing across his expression.

She stood up against the stone on her back, feeling it grate on her skin.

"I still abhor you." Leila sighed, a feeble attempt at gaining some semblance of control.

His genuine smile shook her to her core, half of it hidden in the darkness of shadow, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Taehyung closed the distance left between them, making Leila subconsciously move herself so that every part of her touched the wall. So flush against it, and yet his lower half still brushed against her.

He leaned down a bit, so that they were closer to eye level. If his eyes had been an fire before, now they were a fluid sea. Just as dangerous, and more likely for her to get lost in them.

Leila held her breath, unsure of what to do. Where to place her hands. Of what would happen when their lips touched.

(A/N: PLAY THE SONG NOW)

The prince took his time, devouring every part of her he denied himself before. Her hair, the way the line of it cut close to her brow. The wildness of her waves. The black smudged line around her almond cut eyes. The ember of her skin, the flush of her rounded lips, to her two front teeth that now bit into her lower lip nervously in anticipation. A little quirk he found adorable, on a person that was usual so sure of themself.

He lifted his hand, watching her eyes turn glassy with lust as he placed his thumb on her bottom lip. Pulling at the soft, abused flesh. Away from her teeth.

Only he could hurt her.

The man got lost, staring at where he touched her. Liking the way her plump lip stayed parted, even when he let go. The way her eyes took him in hungrily, doe-eyed as she peered up at him. So, he continued to run his digit over the bitten, rose turned flesh. Using some of the wetness from her mouth to do so.

"So pretty it hurts." Taehyung divulged aloud, tone thick with the confession. His eyes met her own hesitantly, somehow distraught by his own admittance.

His fingers remained reverent as he brushed across the sensitive skin.

A dream, this had to be a dream.

The man let his hand drop, from her lips, to the side of her neck that his advisor bit.

She gasped at the sensation, watching his expression darken at the sound.

And then, the prince of the eclipse, the man fated to kill her, kissed her.

That's when the world disappeared. The stars shined brighter, and Leila did indeed forget her own name. She had been placed in the same spot as before with Jimin, but she was not the same woman.

Wholly metamorphosed, as Taehyung descended onto her lips, catching her gasp with his mouth. The angel of death, making a final sweep of his scythe against her psyche.

And still, somehow, with all the dreams, the touches, and the previous kisses upon other places, she had never been prepared for this. Finally understanding, what he had meant when he said she'd never been truly kissed before.

Both of his hands were placed around her face, grasping her chin and cheek. Thumbs running along the bones of her cheeks, the reddened flesh underneath. Those righteous hands, trembling as their mouths met. The strength of him felt, from where he touched her, all the way to her core.

His lips, gods his lips. The lips that were always woven tightly in his scowl, pressed flat in his anger were soft on her own insolent mouth. So soft, as they urged into her. It enamored her, the stone man pliant against her. Neither moved at first just feeling, as his lips caught her bottom lip between his.

He tasted sweet, and crisp like an evergreen forest. Manly and invigorating. The pressure he applied onto her was just right, working with his delicate touch on her face.

Leila felt a thousand burning degrees, placed in a boiling pot of water and then thrown to the snow.

Already transcendent, she wanted to feel his skin.  Needy for it. The way she had when they slept in the same bed, the same skin she wanted to run her nails across all night, the way it shone under the moon. Eyes closed in pleasure, she lifted her shaky hands to his mesh covered chest. Running them down over the scratchy fabric, feeling his lean muscle flex under her palms. His body running hot as the flame to their side.

Taehyung had froze against her, lips still locked with her own. Not expecting her to try anything herself.

She ran them all the way down till the material tucked to into his satin pants. Then pulled gently, causing the material to pull out. Leila used the opening, the run her hands up and across his stomach. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his heart that had been pierced beating furiously once more underneath her. His skin, just as smooth as she remembered. Taut, and yet supple. She wanted to run her tongue over him, every inch where her fingers had been.

The image burned her cheeks hot, made her breathing erratic.

Taehyung exhaled deeply into her mouth, forehead pressing into hers. Straight and lifted nose brushing the side of her own. Taking his mouth off hers, and she already coveted its return. Her eyes opened, searching for him again.

"Leila." He whispered, eyes tormented as they fluttered open to look at her once more.

She smiled coyly, hoping her lips weren't shaking. Using his pause to run her nails from his collar bone, all the way to his navel.

And then he moved.

The prince slammed his mouth into her, taking all that was left of her worldly conviction. His hand wrapped around the back of her head, fisting her hair so that he did not crack it against the stone when he lunged for her. Making it easier for her to crane her head back, and meet his relentless mouth. His other hand lay flat against the small of her back, pressing the corset so that her body was arched into his own. Their entire beings now pressed together so tightly, neither new where the other began or ended.

Before he'd felt like heaven. Now, he was her garden of sin.

His lips moved assuredly with her own, as if she was the only thing he knew. Enveloping, remembering, every surface of her lips. They burned into her, savoring as he kissed like an ocean wave that ceased to leave the shore, cocking his head to the side and somehow deepening the kiss. Dancing, to a melody neither could hear, but both understood. Weaving in and out, making her head spin with pine and the slickness of his mouth on her own.

This, feels like the end of me.

Their pants filled the air, a desperation coursing through the aura of the room, as he engulfed her in his flame. A torrent, as he sucked on her bottom lip, using the part to flick his tongue along the smoothness of her inner lip. Teasing the straight line of her bottom teeth.

"Taehyung," The girl moaned out his name, onto his lips. Not caring, as her fingers gripped at his warm flesh still. Trying to hold on.

The man stopped, the rumble of his groan so low in his chest, she felt it against her whole body. As he pulled away eyes clenching, she saw exactly why he had been so careful to avoid her hips with his own.

That, was because of me?

The thought was almost more erotic than anything else.

The prince saw her where her stare fixated, smiling. His lips were swollen red, eyes glassy, raven hair scattered like black diamonds. Again, she was in disbelief that he actually kissed her. Wanted to.

He looks like a god.

Leila almost moaned again, when his hand still wrapped in her hair pulled at the tresses lightly. Causing her eyes to meet him again.

"Focus." Taehyung charmed her, the single word low and grating and oozing seduction.

She nodded, to which his smirk deepened, his white teeth glinting. The man without another pause let go of her hair, her waist. Leila was about to protest, her heart still in a frenzy and the ache even more persistent.

Taehyung did not leave any room for her to complain.

The man lifted her holding behind her waist, and caused her thin skirts to rise above her thighs. Her hands, out of necessity and want, wrapped around his neck. The princesses' breath hitched at the contact, feeling his warm abdomen, only a thin layer separating her aching center from him.

The prince's eyes glittered darkly, catching the way the friction made her whimper. The man grew frenzied, moving with her over to her window sill.

Inky determination took over the man, he pressed her flat against the magicked glass. The sensation of the cold, contrasting in a delectable way to the heat of his front. The light of the moon reflecting of the freshly fallen snow turned her prince of the eclipse into shades of silver, black, and gray. An ice sculpture, and yet he thawed.

They rested, breathing in quick outtakes, as he pressed her even harder into the glass. Her hair came forward, the waves mingling over his hands, as they slowly moved from her hips to her thighs. His hands flexed out, the silver ring on his pointer finger glowing in the light, and than gripped harshly into her thighs. They were not necessary, considering how his hips alone, and her legs wrapped around him, combined with how close she was to the glass could hold her up.

She was almost situated above him, as her hands grasped onto his shoulders. Feeling the power of them, holding her up. Smoothing along him, finding the ripple of his shoulder blade.

They stared at each other, both in awe and need. Knowing that they had already begun to transverse across the threshold of no return.

The man's opposite hand ran down over her skirts, to where it had ridden up. Gracing his discovering fingers along the petal-likened softness of her skin. Indecision crossed over him, as he leaned closer to her mouth again. Her lips parting and moving to meet him on their own accord.

"Can you handle me losing control?" The prince asked softly, his black eyes wretched with pining.

Leila moved back, her tone growing serious, breathy, "I want you to."

I want it more than I have ever wanted anything.

Where Leila saw dominance, she did not know that the prince was hiding just how she decimated all of his will with a single kiss.

Taehyung shifted then, his expression going from pained to feverish, frantic. Hungered, as he rolled his hips against her once, twice. Fingers almost painful on her thighs, as he dimpled her flesh. Leila cried out at the new feeling, his hardness brushing where she needed him most.

He groaned with her, biting at his lip. His breath hitting her mouth, in soft huffs. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure, before his face contorted strangely. Leila, dazed, followed his line of sight to realize he was staring at where Jimin bit her. His gaze narrowed, anger heightening to its peak, before he dipped his head to meet her mouth aggressively.

Leila moaned into him, their kiss anguished, sloppier than before. He nipped at her lips, using his tongue to circle on suck on her own. Leila's body moved without her conscious, bucking up into his hips. Rubbing against him, as he invaded her mouth. Conquering her. Moving away only to unleash his musings of the girl in his arms, "Your lips taste so much sweeter than your blood."

The words alone, the depravity in his tone, almost sent her over the edge. She used the neck of his shirt, not caring if it ripped, to pull his mouth back on her own. Using the leverage it created, to grind more onto his hips.

Taehyung cursed loudly, a whine, before fixing himself so that he knees rested between her thighs. Her core pulsed against him, the heat viable even under the sheer material. She almost protested, wanting to make him feel good to, but the pressure of his steely thigh made her selfish. Relieving some of the agony he created within her.

Her mind was lost. Entirely imbibed, by Taehyung, who could not get enough of her.

In between nips, bites, and sucks, he spoke. A sonnet of her undoing, a hymn of bringing her to the brink. As the man's deep voice rivaled his mouth for her rapture. Both unrelenting, and she wasn't sure which she missed, as his lips left her, just to dive back in.

Surreal.

The man who had been so quiet before could not stop talking, praising, teasing, and ripping her sanity to shreds. Leila wondered if all this time he remained silent because this is what lay waiting on the edge of his wicked, skilled tongue. It was endless, insistent. Ramblings and moans and curses. Barely able to contain himself.

Losing reign over his every, corrupted wish.

There was no hope left for me.

Taehyung growled, pulling back as she continued to move herself along him. Her hands making it to his black hair, as they remained when he pulled back. The light in his eyes turning demented by envy.

"I will make you forget his mouth, his name will be all but a memory when I'm done savoring you. I'm going to tear apart any memory of any other kiss, any other men," He taunted her, questioned her, promised her, "And that bite on your neck."

"Who? What bite?" Leila whimpered, arching further into him as he hiked his knee higher up against her. Pulling at the bottom of her wave hair with one hand, an affectionate sign of approval.

"Good girl, Leila." The jealous man approved, before gracefully pulling at the material of her dress.

And then snapping it.

The material around her breast, slacking, but still covering her as the frayed ribbons fell behind her shoulder. The prince's eyes devoured the new flesh, devoured the graceful line all the way up to her neck.

At the wounds Jimin didn't even attempt to heal.

Taehyung used his left hand to clasp lightly around the front of her neck, fucking destroyed by the way her eyes delighted at the sensation. Leila's mouth opened, watching as he used his thumb to open up her neck, and he wanted to place himself on her honeyed lips instead. But he couldn't he needed to undo this.

Licking at the wound, to erase any last traces of the advisor on her.

"Bite me there instead Taehyung, I want to see what you feel like." Leila requested throatily, her brows stitched together.

Maybe if she hadn't said his name, he wouldn't have done it.

Maybe.

The man had sworn to himself never to bite a daughter of the moon, to ingest her through the most enticing, intimate way.

But Leila asked. Begged. The feeling of owning her want, was too much. Feeding her both pain and pleasure, that no one else could give her.

So the man watched, letting his fangs grow. They tinged blue from the night, the light from her window. Weapons, and tools. He let his magic run over them, and released the venom to help with the pain. Watched as fear never made an appearance in her expression.

Only a heady, deeper lust.

Wretched woman.

The man smiled, and Leila writhed as his lips stretched over his fangs. Readying herself for the pain. The man leaned to her neck, letting his breath rise goosebumps along her skin. Watching her pulse flutter, a bird's flight. She only saw his waved hair now, as she let her arms fall around his shoulders once again.

Taehyung took in a slow breath, before running just the tips of his incisors along her neck. Leila cried out, already gone for. The touch of something so dangerous, so delicate. The prince's smile dropped, turning into a grimace of desire. She liked danger, something he would be so good at supplying.

The daughter of the moon could feel his slight hesitation, and wanted to urge him on. The girl used her fingers to brush from the top of his neck, along his spine. The man stiffened, than shuddered under her touch. She could feel every bone, every muscle through his barely there shirt.

"Fuck." The shattered prince muttered darkly, before sinking his fangs into the hot flesh of her neck.

Leila screamed for a different reason this time, the feeling worlds different than it had been in the ballroom. Taehyung's fangs had felt like the pressure of his knee on her center. It was like all her pleasure points connected, releasing endorphins from her neck to between her thighs. Her arched into him hard, and he wrangled her, holding both of her wrists with her hands flat against the glass beside her head. Her body twisted into him, as ecstasy flooded every vein in her body.

Taehyung sucked, his groans mixing wildly with hers. A frantic crescendo. He opened his mouth more, clinging onto the girl. Massaging his lips into her dewy skin, licking at the salt and blood that formed with his tongue. His eyes falling back into his head, as he ingested her cinnamon and rose essence. The spice, and the floral, and the dark lightness within her.

He wanted all of her. Everything.

But somehow, the prince managed to pull away from her.

Leila was still rocking against his leg. And he cooed at her, letting his right hand go free, and using his left to snatch both hands above her head. Shackling her.

She didn't know if she was crying from pleasure, as the heat and ache kept building and building. His eyes drinking her in, just like he had her blood. Shining brightly from the light of the moon.

Ravenous.

His other sneaky hand made its way to her hip. Aiding in her movement back and forth along him, feeling electrified by her ability to create her own pleasure using him

"You're going to come like this, Ignis, aren't you? Just from my mouth on your treacherous one, as you ride yourself on my thigh? So endearing, how depraved you are for me." Taehyung's voice was nearly unrecognizable, a tender, toiled cavern. Sensuous, sympathetic.

Beckoning her to reach her end.

Leila felt her self at the edge, almost feral as she continued to grind into him. Trying to ask him, plead him to end her suffering. Her voice couldn't form, only small, pathetic simpers.

The man took in her duress, as kissed her again. Again, and again. Even as she jolted under his touch, crying out and slowly falling apart. He kept his eyes open to watch, enthralled. Kissing her just enough so that she would feel him everywhere. Becoming obsessed with her slightly plumper bottom lip.

"Are you mine Leila? Are you all fucking mine?" He growled into her mouth, possessive hysteria finally rising over their brittle limits. His hand working her hips over his leg, his eyes begging for her release, as he referred back to the day before at the pool, when she had claimed she was all his.

And that's when she crumbled of the ledge of lucidity.

Her vision blackened. A blinding sensation right at her center, where the pressure tipped over.

Her center pulsating, pleasure sending shockwaves up and down her spine. The feeling so overwhelming she couldn't see, couldn't breathe as she flailed within his arms. So much stronger than it had been due to her dreams, the ghost of him. Taehyung hummed words of release to her. Of reassurance, telling her to let go. She convulsed, feeling his lips trace over her neck, where he bit. Over her brows, her cheeks, the top of her head. His hands brushing her thighs, and smoothing her hair.

When she finally came to, her heart still raced. Her head had been slumped against the prince's shoulder, his hand running over her waves, brushing them into her back.

She pulled back, still staggering from what just happened.

She wished she stayed laying on his chest.

For as soon as she moved, the man dipped, letting her feet drop to the ground. Her legs shook, breathing labored, as he pulled back from her. Hands and heart feeling empty, as if someone came and cleaved her organs out of her body. The girl rubbed at her chest, knowing the gnawing would not release anytime soon.

His eyes were closed, as he stepped away. Looking mouthwatering, his bronzed cheeks flushed, mouth silver, red, and puffed out. Nail marks covered his skin, his chest rose and fell rapidly. Heart beating just as harshly as her own. And yet, he tried hiding everything he felt from her, once again. Like he had woken up from a dream, and did not know how to handle reality. Nostrils flaring, beautiful shirt falling loosely away from his angel shoulders.

Leila willed herself to speak, but her voice was caught in the briar of thorny resolve he was attempting to rebuild against her. She watched the frost in real time.

I could feel it.

Straightening his stance, attempting to stabilize his breathing. Fixing his chest proudly, letting his hands relax. His expression turning from devouring, to that statuesque forbearance.

He opened his eyes, the last and final piece. And yet, he could not control the way they still tugged and plundered every part of her.

Taehyung's voice was a brittle, bitter whisper, "You see? This is why I cannot have you. It will not happen again."

A pang of dismay fizzled through her chest. Of course, he would do this again. The prince whose true marriage was to duty, to honor. And yet, Leila knew, if she walked over now, and brought him into her arms again, he would fall willingly.

"Why, Taehyung?" She questioned again, voice grating. Swallowing the lump in her throat as the moonlight circled him in the center of the moon.

Wondering why, he, a man of darkness, looked like creation itself bathed in the milky silver light.

His blank expression quivered, breaking apart. The man shifted his gaze to her, obsidian eyes bleeding with refusal, wrath. Fighting every piece of himself, to not take her lips with his own again.

Angry at her for being irresistible. Despising that he was cursed.

The words he spoke next were sweet, tragic, and tore at her chest as he gritted them through his teeth cruelly, "You'll be the end of me Leila, and I won't fucking allow it."

And the prince fled, leaving her room like a thief in the night. Stealing away the person she had been, before she felt him.

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(A/N: Were you surprised ?? HHhhahahahahha

Spice - o - meter for real : 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️. And remember, this scale goes up to TEN in this book.

I didn't even put the spice emoji because I wanted you all to be ~shocked~ when they finally kissed. Also is a kiss spice? Idk I feel like that one WAS. Hahaha. TAEHYUNG WAS NOT HAVING ITTTT!!!!! "I don't get jealous" stfuuuuu liar.

This is the kinda shirt we r talking about

I also gave the Jimin girlies a little kiss bit, but again it's service for y'all. Leila sees him as a friend :( and he lowkey plotting against them :(

So how was it? Jk I know it was fire cuz I was squealing while writing it heheheheh. I'm still fucking obsessed.

Taehyung's character's talkigndgwdsd idek what to call it HAHHAHA I FUCKINF LOVE IT