The scent of lavender petals and strawberry cream wraps my body in waves as I toss and turn the entire night, not an ounce of sleep welcoming me.

After all, sleeping naked wasn't my thing— but I couldn't find myself pulling on that dirt caked dress nor the towel bath robe from the bathroom that made my teeth grit in discomfort.

Laying there in all of my nakedness just honestly flipped a switch in my mind, and all I could think about was him.

It's like my core had a mind of its own, and no amount of squeezing my legs together and squeezing my eyes shut could ease my arousal. Every turn in the blankets had my nipples brushing ever so gently against the comforter, and me balling my fists in irritation.

This was the wrong night to be turned on— my body had the absolute worst timing in the entire world.

My freshly washed hair was usually enough to lull me to sleep, but tonight it seemed to just be adding to the effect. It was at the perfect length to be wrapped around his fist, pulling at it powerfully, jerking my head back as he—

I groan in aggravation.

"Enough already." I sigh as I glance at the clock next to the bed reading four AM. I hadn't expected anybody to hear me, but the voice that replies is enough to send my toes curling from all the fantasies my mind had played within the span of a couple hours.

"I haven't done anything yet." His deep voice rings out, sultry and enough to have my nipples hardening and breasts heavy with need. I snap my head forward the window where a now bloody Kilian was standing, curtains fluttering with the winds as I scramble to cover up anything showing, even my shoulders.

"Kilian!" I breathe out, butterflies swarming in my chest as I take in his roughed appearance. He grins, flashing his fangs at me as I take in the blood on his arms and abdomen.

"You're injured." I say as I wrap the blankets around me and rush toward him, stumbling over my own feet a couple times in a hurry.

"Little scratches." He replies, tugging off his suit jacket as I make it to him, assessing the damage done. His shirt is torn into and I find myself pushing away any second thoughts as I tuck the blanket securely and begin to unbutton his dress shirt. He grins down at me as he holds onto my hips.

"Always so stubborn and hardheaded, needing to find out for yourself." He squeezes my hips as I pay him no mind, pushing his shirt open.

Scratches litter his abdomen but just as he said— they aren't deep or painful. I lean into his open legs as peer over his shoulder to see if there is any back damage but find none.

I breathe a sigh of relief that fans over his neck and sense him go still, not daring to move.

I furrow my eyebrows and ready myself to ask when I feel it— or more so him.

He twitches gently against my leg as I feel heat pool in between my legs at the thoughts that had been plaguing me all night.

I wanted this. So much was going on, to even think about giving into our needs at a night like this— it would be so selfish.

I lean a little back and glance into Kilian's hooded eyes, heavy with need that bites into me as I realize that I'm looking at him in the exact same way. I swallow slowly as I run my hands slowly down his chest, and then his stomach, and then— I pause at his pants as my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip slowly.

I feel him twitch again against me, and it takes everything in me not to groan with need.

"This.... This would be a selfish thing to do at a time like this." I whisper slowly to him, as I look at him from underneath my lashes, giving him doe eyes. His grin turns into a pained one as he beholds the sight of me, and what could be; and then he speaks up.

"I'm a selfish man, Vi." He whisper back, a rough tone in his voice.

That confirmation was enough for me as my hand continues it's trek down to his print, and I stand on my tip toes to meet his soft lips.

Crashing our lips together was enough to make me throb painfully, added together with me actually feeling him. God, he felt rock hard— I was trembling.

The anticipation of him was making me actually tremble in his grasp. I gasp slightly as he shoots his tongue into my mouth, as we clash for dominance and passion, my hand rubbing in rhythmic motions, stroking him through his pants.

He growls lowly as I bite his lip, smiling to myself despite the heated moment.

I was a wicked, wicked person— teasing him like this and feeling pleasure in his needs just proved it.

Still against the window, Kilian rips the blanket off of my body in one Swift motion. Check mate. My core throbs continuously in a slow torture as I make a move to cover myself, but his warning growl has me standing straighter— a shiver going down my spine as he eyes me with a predatory gleam. The breeze from the window blows in at the perfect time, brushing against my nakedness, my breasts perked with both the cold and my need.

"Kilian." I plead— what for, I don't seem to know; but he does. That's all it takes for him to grab me in one motion, lifting me so perfectly to sit on his hips as I wrap my legs around him, clinging on to him as he makes his move to go to the bed.

Oh. Oh. That's why this room seemed so familiar. The vision. Kilian's portal vision had shown us in the throes of passion— and that memory alone sends me groaning in anticipation and excitement of what would happen.

He lays me down on the blankets, and my hair sprawls out everywhere. He takes in the sight and unbuttons his pants, revealing the V-line leading down to all of his glory. I bite my lip to contain me from panting as he pushes my legs upward.

"I need to taste you." He says so lustfully it makes my knees buckle, and the view of him lowering his head down to all of me has me throwing my head back and closing my eyes.

The first sweep of his tongue is heaven, and after he begins to devour me as if I were his last meal, I find myself curling my hands into his hair and crying out.

He laps up my wetness and holds down my hips as I move to arch off of the bed, my release finding me so quickly— but he doesn't allow it.

I groan in frustration as he slows his tongue down, and I can feel him grin in amusement as I glare down.

I wiggle my hips, but he just holds me down tighter.

"Did you think I'd let you come so quickly? No, you're going to let me finish my meal." He says with that wicked smirk, laughter dancing in his eyes as my breasts heave up and down with every breath. They catch his eyes as he flicks his tongue over his fangs.

He palms a breast with his hand and begins to play with my nipple as I hiss in pleasure, he hums lowly, the vibrations against my clit sending me into a crazed haze.

I moan lightly as he begins to feast on me again, sucking and lapping and scraping his teeth gently onto me.

"I need it. I need you inside of me." I moan out, but it's no use as he continues his reckless mouth on my cunt.

"Kilian—" I arch slightly as my release begins to find me again. This time, it seems that he'll let me have it; I tug at his hair as he brings his hand to my clit to continue the swirls, and in one stroke he inserts his tongue into me.

That's all I need for my undoing as I cry out, my hand clawing at the sheets and at his hair as I shake in euphoria.

Even after my release dies down, it still isn't enough. My core is still throbbing and I'm still looking at Kilian as if I could eat him. I very well might at this pace.

I decide it's my turn as I watch him swiftly take off his pants, his cock bouncing as it's finally let loose. I could moan just at the sight of it— and in that moment I decide that I want to taste him too.

With one hand I push him down on the bed as he eyes me in wonder— almost too scared to interrupt my thought process and I brush my hair to the side and lean down.

He twitches again, and god if that wasn't enough to make me wet all over again.

I find myself licking up his precum, moaning in delight at the taste.

I lick and toy with him as he groans, and I know what he wants.

In a swift motion, I have him in my mouth, hand pumping what I couldn't fit in.

My tongue runs on the underside of his cock, spreading saliva as I gag; he hits the back of my throat and I find my eyes watering.

He fists my hair as he watches me, his abdomen rising and falling so quickly that I grin.

"That's my good girl." He praises as I continue to take him in my mouth, bobbing up and down as my hand pumps his base.

The taste of him was piney and nothing at all like I'd imagined— I could do this everyday if it meant I got to put him in my mouth.

I moan as I he begins to twitch in my mouth, the vibrations no doubt sending him close to his release— but just as his balls begin to tighten, he tightens his hold on my hair and pulls my mouth off of him with a 'pop'.

Saliva runs down my chin as I watch him with lust filled eyes and the urge to wipe the spit off. The idea brightens up my gaze— I should've spit on his cock and watched him take in the sight greedily— but before I can pry his hands off of my hair, he speaks up.

"As much as I'd like to watch your pretty little mouth swallow my load... I want to feel you on me in so many other ways." He says huskily, and I find myself blushing and my toes curling. I bite my lips, drawing some blood as he watches me, just the sight of the fallen prince— now king— was seductive in itself. His tan skin golden in the light, and his dark hair falling over his face as I lean up to kiss him.

He releases my hair as I climb onto him, sitting down onto his lap as our mouths clash once again, his cock brushing against my entrance torturously. He groans into my mouth as his tip brushes against my slickness, causing my nails to dig into his neck.

"No more play." I say, an edge to my tone as I line myself up with his cock.

"Inside me, now." I command— and before he can object to the roughness, I push down, him sliding into my wet cunt. My tightness encases him as we both groan out, me only being able to fit half of him in because of the pain.

The sweet, sweet pain mixed with pleasure.

His muscular arms wrap around my waist and fingers dip into hips as I move back up, panting and biting my lip. Our eyes connect, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever felt as we both look down and watch me slide down onto him once again, taking in more than I had the first time.

I mewl out, opening my mouth in a sigh as my head bobs back. He brings an arm to tangle into my hair as he pushes my mouth back onto his, his other hand still gripping my hip as I begin to move on him.

"I've wanted this—" I slam back down onto him. "For so long." I moan.

He grips my hair once again, and the rush it bring me as he pulls my head back has me questioning if I'm a masochist.

"You've been plaguing my dreams since I've met you." He throws my leg over his hip and spins me so that my back in on his chest as I sit on his cock. He pulls my hair so that my head is on his shoulder, breasts peaked and out in the open. He brings a hand up to play with my breast, and to my surprise— he slaps it. I gasp in delight as he begins to rub at the red patch it left on my skin, and as he thrusts into me— he slaps it again. I cry out, and he begins to lick at my neck.

"If you'll let me—" he growls out, eyes turning that vibrant shade of red that make me dizzy. All of this was erotic and dirty, and everything I loved combined with the man I had feelings for.

I was going to come again.

"Do it." I breathe out as his fangs gleam in the light.

Just as they pierce my skin and blood begins to run down my throat, his cock hits my G-spot; a place I wasn't even aware I had.

As he continues the torturous strokes and sucking of blood, I find myself hot and cold— bursting at the seams of everything I'd ever known.

This time, I scream as my release comes— and I feel him twitch inside of me, coming with me and filling me to the brim with both of our releases.

And just as we finish together, I feel something fall on my bare shoulder— and then my thigh.

And again on my hand.

I furrow my eyebrows as Kilian and I behold the sight in front of us now; all I can think is all hail the new king as we both watch my ice rage together— a hail storm made for two, in our room surrounding us with magic.

He breathes out in awe and I feel laughter start to bubble out of my chest, not stopping for anyone.

Hail for the new king.

My hail for my king.

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