My Most Precious Human

Led by instinct

I had never been more embarrassed in my whole life. It was one thing to feel the desire filling every

inch of me, and another to let anyone see how badly I couldn't control myself! I was used to the thought

that the only way anyone could literally see my so-called excitement was when my nipples became

hard, and now this?! I began to think that just throwing myself on Sariel would have been a better

choice than letting him see my hunger for him in this shamefully primal way. I felt as if I had suddenly

become naked.

"Don't hide them," Sariel coaxed, his voice madly alluring.

I moved my hand and slid my index finger into my mouth to check if my fangs had truly grown. I

brushed the smooth surface, reaching its pointy end. As I touched the needle-like top, my teeth hid, but

the sharp edge accidentally cut my finger. I hissed and looked at my hand with a drop of blood growing

on the fingertip. A flash later, Sariel was standing right beside me, and my hand was in his grasp. He

looked at me with eyes soaked in lust, brought my hand closer to his mouth, and then licked off the

blood.

He closed his eyes and growled low in arousal, "How can you taste even better now?"

His words threw me off the edge. A second later, I took his lips in a wild kiss, unleashing the enormity

of my desire. I hardly registered Sariel lifting me in his arms and rushing back to his room at an

enormous speed. I couldn't tell when he ripped the dress off of me, revealing my white lace underwear,

or how I found myself in his sheets, but I loved every second of our insanity.

I nearly cried, feeling his kisses devour me in desperate need. It was the same need I had for him. My

skin burned underneath his touch. His lips tasted me gently, making me more sensitive by the second.

He unbuttoned his shirt, allowing me to admire his firm chest and sculptured abdominal muscles while I

squirmed on the bed, wanting more of him.

Leaning over me, he slipped off the shoulder straps of my bra, pulled down the lace fabric, and began

caressing my nipples with his fingertips. Shivers crossed my spine, making me arch my back. When I

did, he reached for the bra clasp. A few seconds later, I was completely naked. He stared at me with a

growling sound and pulled out his fangs.

"You are so beautiful, my love," he purred and leaned down to my neck.

I squeezed my thighs, trying to grasp the final ounce of control over my body, insanely aware of how

wet I was already. I could have climaxed by merely anticipating his bite. He knew what it did to me, and

he prolonged that moment, nibbling and licking down the line of my vein.

"You smell so good," he murmured, before finally piercing my skin.

I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair. My other hand rubbed his back and scratched it with my

nails, responding to the mix of pain and pleasure Sariel was giving me. While he sucked my blood

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He withdrew his teeth and licked the bloody marks on my neck. "You're driving me insane," he

whispered against my ear and pulled me up to sit.

I looked at him curiously, watching him tilt his head, exposing his neck. I gulped.

"Your turn, my love. I know you want to," he smirked.

As much as I was embarrassed, my body reacted on its own, baring my fangs before I knew it as a

natural reaction. My agitation grew. My whole body trembled in raw excitement as I laid my hands on

his body. He growled, feeling my touch. I smirked and brought my fangs closer to his neck. I could feel

his vein pulse beneath my fingertips. I could smell him. The scent was intoxicating. I leaned down to his

neck, nervously looking for the right place to bite.

"Do it," he commanded, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

As my fangs sank into his flesh, my senses went wild. My arousal grew beyond the limits I could bear.

His taste was overwhelming. As I began to suck his blood, gently brushing my lips against his skin,

Sariel groaned, sending the vibration straight through me. His hands slid down my back, grabbing my

butt and lifting me slightly before going underneath. His fingers roamed down my sensitive skin, urging

me to cry with pleasure. His fingers reached to the lips of my sex, and then made their way inside me. I

moaned hoarsely while sucking his blood more fiercely as it had just become my unbearable addiction.

Sariel hissed and thrust his fingers deeper and faster, making me lose my mind. I withdrew my teeth as

I climaxed, crying, panting, and trembling. I collapsed in Sariel's arms, breathing heavily against his

chest.

"Don't faint just yet, we are only getting started," Sariel chuckled, brushing my hair off my cheek.

A second later, he pinned me down on the bed, his hand reaching for the inner side of my thighs. He

positioned himself, kneeling between my legs with the top of his erection caressing my sensitive spot. I

pulled in a shaky breath as he went deep inside me.

"You make me want you more by the second," he breathed against my ear, increasing the speed of his

thrusts.

I whimpered, scratching his back and grabbing strands of his hair tightly. He made me come again and

again without stopping, driving me insane.

"Sariel!" I let out a raspy scream, sinking my nails into his flesh and making him climax with a

thundering roar… before building pleasure once more.

Hours later, we collapsed, melting our damp, sweaty bodies. We were lying in a sweet embrace,

panting heavily and grinning at each other like idiots.

"I love you, my Queen," Sariel said as he kissed my brow and gently pressed my cheek against his

chest.

"I love you, my King," I muttered happily, nuzzling him before closing my eyes.

***

The sun was up in the sky when I woke up. Sariel was lying beside me with his elbow on his pillow and

his hand supporting the weight on his head. He was watching me shift in bed to comfortably face him. I

smiled at him, blushing as I recalled every detail of the previous evening and the night we had spent

together.

"Good morning, love," he said, deepening his voice.

I giggled, "Not only good… It's a wonderful morning."

His hand reached to my face. As he stroked my cheek, I registered his smile fading. I instantly knew

that our blissful time together had just ended.

"What is it?" I asked with a sigh.

He smiled wryly. "Before I can put the crown on your head, I have to present you to the board of

nobles. You will become my Queen even without their approval, but it would make things easier…"

"I understand," I nodded. "I will go wherever you want me to… as long as you don't want me away from

you."

"Don't count on it," Sariel smirked. "I will never let you go. Besides, I'm your maker; you are mine

forever." He placed his lips on mine in a sweet little kiss.

He made me smile, but I already felt the knot in my stomach. My previous encounters with vampire

nobles had never gone well, and I was more than aware that being tagged as a commoner wouldn't

make things easier. Even though I was stronger than before, my restlessness quickly became the

number one emotion I felt, taking away the pleasure of waking up carefree, next to Sariel. I wanted to

make things easier for Sariel, and I wanted to be accepted so that I could live happily by his side,

supporting him. Nonetheless, the rational part of my mind shouted that, in the eyes of those nobles, our

relationship was a misalliance. The mere thought pissed me off a great time.

Breathing deeply and trying to mentally prepare to face a bunch of stubborn idiots convinced of their

superiority, I picked an elegant, fitted wine-red color with a shallow neckline and a slit going up to the

half of my thigh. Armed with light makeup, brightening my face, and Jimmy Choo heels, decorating my

feet, I went down to the audience hall. Sariel was already there, waiting for me so that we could enter

together.

He grinned as he saw me. "Are you ready to be introduced as my Queen?"

A feeling of déjà vu hit me with a slightly sour taste, but it was the chance for me to fight for my place.

I smirked, taking Sariel's hand. "Let's not make them wait, shall we, my King?"