PREFON'S POV

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The breeze swept tendrils of my hair across my face, and I shoved them aside. Most of my hair was secured at the back of my head with a hair tie I had found in the bag Mistress Elena had given me, but there were still strands that had managed to escape, and every now and then they would fly across my face.

The night was cool and somehow bright, and the moonlight reflected off the surface of the lake, creating an ethereal glow. I could smell the scent of leaves and flowers in the air and closed my eyes, feeling the tranquility of the moment.

"You look content."

Startled, my eyes shot open with a little gasp, and I whipped my face in the direction of his voice to find King Lucien sitting next to me. I stood immediately, dusting the sand off my body.

"Your Majesty... Lucien," I corrected. "I'm sorry for being here. I was waiting for you inside and grew bored," I explained frantically. "That's why I came out here. I would have never..." I sank into a deep curtsy. "Please accept my apologies. I..."

I stopped rambling because he stood and took my hands in his, pulling me back upright. His touch let loose a torrent of shivers across my skin, and my heart began to rapidly hammer. I swallowed reflexively as he drew near, the book I had just finished reading falling to the ground.

"I am sorry," I said.

He smiled then, and the moonlight seemed to dance on his eyes as he said softly, "Do not apologize." He touched my stray strands and wrapped my curls around his fingers. "I like seeing you like this." His fingers touched my cheek, and a feeling of warmth spread through my entire being. I shut my eyes at the sensation.

He was the king of vampires, but yet there was something so calming and refreshing about him. He made me feel... well, he made me a lot of things I wasn't sure were. I had missed him today.

I ate the food he had left in the dining area in the morning and had cleaned the house a little bit after getting ready for the day. In Ryauche, everything I did was so laid out that I knew what time it was without even having to look at a clock.

By five, I was up, I was bathed, I had breakfast with Mistress Elena, my afternoons were basically whatever her afternoons were or whatever she wanted me to do. By six at night, I ate dinner and got dressed for whichever rich fairy paid for my entertainment. By nine, I was laying in bed for my night rest.

But in the house, I was all alone, free to do whatever I wanted. After doing everything Mistress Elena had wanted me to do for years, I had expected to feel free, but what I had felt instead was empty.

I came to the lake with a book, and with every page I turned and every word I read, I thought of King Lucien. Being around him brought me a sense of excitement I had never felt before.

"Like how?" I asked, opening my eyes to stare up at his.

He was perfection. His hair went with the breeze, his eyes were fathomless, and as he took another step closer to me, inches away from me, I knew I had to touch him.

"With messy hair, a sparkle in your eyes, a book in your hand which I believe is now on the ground," he replied, and I smiled. "I just like seeing you."

Without thinking, I reached out and gently touched his cheek, feeling the coldness of his skin beneath my fingertips. A shiver ran down my spine, and I withdrew my hand.

"I am so sorry," I apologized, my voice barely audible.

I had gone mad.

His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. A small gasp escaped my lips.
His eyes flared, "Touch me," he ordered, his breath fanning my face. "Touch me however you like."

The intensity of his words sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and I could feel my cheeks flush with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Hesitating for only a second, I let my hands explore his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath my fingertips.

He was so gloriously male.

A low growl escaped his lips, and my eyes left his chest to his eyes which had become darker.

Seeing the effect I had on him empowered me. I traced the contours of his jawline, feeling the sharpness of his features. His eyes never left mine, and when I traced his lips like he had done mine, I saw raw hunger and desire fill his eyes.

I knew a kiss was to come, and my insides were doing cartwheels and flips. I leaned forward, wanting his lips to meet mine.

He moved away.

I stared at him from the distance he put between us.

"Come in the water with me," he said, offering his hand.

The invitation caught me off guard, but I couldn't resist. I nodded and placed my hand in his. He led the way towards the edge of the lake. The sensation of being so close to him, feeling his presence and the coolness of the water against my skin as we waded in was an intoxicating mix.

As we moved deeper into the lake, the water rose higher, reaching our chests.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my chest plastered against his. He touched my jaw, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it, and kissed me.

The kiss was so different. Maybe it was because of the water around us or the way he held me so possessively like I was irreversibly his, which I was. Or maybe it was because this time, I let go of any thoughts and submerged myself in the moment. I kissed him back, and I followed his hungry movements with equal hunger of my own.

His hands slid up, cupping my breasts over my dress, and I gasped into his mouth as he ripped the front of my dress and undergarment at once, baring my breasts to his hands which claimed them immediately. His hands moved back and forth over my excited nipples, and a moan ripped out of my throat, breaking the kiss.

His lips moved to my neck, and his hands moved to my bottom, squeezing there. He teased, sucked, and bit the sensitive flesh on my neck, and I heard him mumble. "I don't trust myself to drink from you yet, but what a temptation you are."

I tilted my neck, offering it to him to do as he pleased. I didn't care at this point.

His hand settled between my legs, and he began rubbing circles around my core through my panties which he ripped apart and inserted a finger into me. I squealed.

"You like that?" he murmured, and I managed a nod before his lips met mine again, and I knew I would forever remember that moment.

In the water with the King of vampires, my arms around him, his finger inside me doing things Mistress Elena had only explained about in poor detail compared to the real thing.

I would always remember clinging to him as I felt waves rack through my body, his increasing movements as the feeling grew stronger, and how I collapsed against him when it ended. I would always remember the soft kiss he had placed on my chest, and the way he reached out to caress my cheek as he asked, "Are you alright?"

I was better than alright, but I said, "Yes."

I leaned into his caress as he asked, "What is your name?"

I would always remember how I winced after hearing that question.

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