The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE

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"The tides are not in our favour tonight, I would recommend you hold off the dive until tomorrow," Jose says quietly.

I nod. "Works for me...I have plans tonight and I don't know when I'll be done."

I had wanted to give her one memorable day and perhaps holding off for a day would work out, anyway.

Night has fallen and I am ready for the evening, but with every passing moment, I feel something tighten within me. Knowing that the time for her to leave is soon.

This... this fake reality, this illusion of happiness when I'm with her will soon be gone. 3

"Ah, I see you will finally do the deed. I have not seen you go so long without a woman."

I glare at him. "I didn't say I will do anything of the fucking sort. Keep your foolish opinions to yourself, cabrón."

"You love her." Jose's words make me turn towards him.

"You know nothing about love."

"I might not know much. We are both idiots when it comes to women... but I know love when I see it. Enrique as your friend- as your brother, I want to ask why don't you take her as your Luna?" "Luna? Do you know who she is?"

"Yes, but the past is in the past, you know deep down that despite the sacrifice and price you paid for it, the result of the djinn being destroyed gave us our freedom and the hope to live another day..." he says quietly.

He had lost family at my padre's hand, but he never ever brought it up.

"I know... but it is not who her padre is... it's the fact she deserves better, Jose... fucking better."

He scoffs. "And you aren't good enough? Enrique, I'm straight, but even I know you have it all. But maybe you could work on the temper..."

No... I don't. I have my demons. There's something inside of me that can't be fixed. So why should I pull someone else down with me... there's a darkness within me, and with the wolves of fire coming to me, without the Ash Stone, I cannot risk her. "A Diosa deserves a Dios."

And I am no god.

"Enrique-"

"Now go do your job," I say as I head to my car. I have told Hugo to bring her to the restaurant. I will see her there.

"Enrique! She's found her Dios! Stop being stubborn!" he shouts after me as I get in the car, but I ignore him, slamming the car door shut.

I'm never fucking stubborn.

"Cabrón," I mutter, starting the engine...

She asks me if she looks ok... really?

She looks out of this world.

Even the angels would be jealous of her beauty.

She is a Diosa.

There is something about her that mesmerises me like nothing else.

Is she a siren from the sea who can destroy men with one flutter of their lashes?

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Is she a temptress that has made me a slave to her allure?

She looks beyond stunning. The dress clings to her gorgeous figure, showing off those breasts I fucking love. Her curls are pinned back, a few framing her face. Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed.

All I want is to kiss her, and worship her- every inch of her.

"Even the first flower of spring that blossoms cannot match your beauty, nor the first ray of the morning light, Mi Amor. You are the reason the word perfect was created." I murmur quietly, my deep voice sounding deeper, although I'm trying to keep it low. She gasps and I know it's because of what I called her. It might be a common phrase... but I have not used it before... ever. But it is befitting of her.

Our eyes meet, hers wide and full of surprise, glistening with unshed tears.

I..." She blinks, making a teardrop trickle down her cheek. I catch it on my thumb.

"Don't waste your tears unnecessarily..." I murmur, licking the teardrop off Mm... even your tears taste good, but I still prefer something else more..." I whisper into her ear as I reach down, running my fingers up between her thighs.

Her breath hitches, her eyes glimmering pink as I simply caress the skin there.

I know I should hold back, but I already am doing the best I f*****g can.

The things I want to do to her... the control that is straining to be free from my hold against the shackles that are refusing to let my emotions break free is weakening.

I want to succumb to every desire within me.

Dressing her like this was a mistake... her large boobs are enticing me, her every breath is summoning me, every blink of her eyes is stealing my mind.

A woman can be the most beautiful thing in the world but also the deadliest...

"You look handsome yourself." She says breathlessly, her cheeks a soft pink under my intense gaze.

She truly is a vision. She looks a million times better than my imagination could ever conjure. The delicate salty taste of her tears lingers in my mouth as I fight every urge not to kiss her right now or to rip up that dress and taste her. "Come," I command, turning away and walking towards the table and pulling out a chair for her.

"Thank you," she says as she takes her seat gracefully. She smiles up at me before her gaze dips to the front of my pants, her eyes glimmering pink.

F**k...

Don't entice me...

She licks her lips and I wonder if she even knows what she's doing to me. My eyes glimmer gold as I fight the urge to grab her by the hair, push her onto her knees and show her exactly what she's missing...

She looks back into my eyes, the tension between us becoming powerful. I move back and sit down in my seat. I pour us both a glass of wine, before passing her, her glass, hoping something atmosphere that keeps settling between us. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "I enjoyed today a lot... did you?" she asks me softly, sipping her wine.

"Of course, spending time with any beautiful woman is always fun," I remark lightly, especially one as f*****g sexy as you.

She nods, not phased by my comment. "Mm, I guess it is."

"So, are you ready for the summit?" I ask. The days have passed by so fast and still I have been unable to find the witch and time is running out to help her.

But I will still help her, even if she isn't around.

My wolf stirs, his agreement clear.

"Not after today." She pouts unhappily. "How will I face everyone?"

She tilts her head, her breasts moving so f*****g enticingly.

Fuck do I want her?

"It's so embarrassing! And I wonder who else will know."

She doesn't seem to realise she's pressing her big tits together even more, making them jiggle a little, the very image making me harden in my pants. A soft shimmer covers her body and as she tilts her head, my gaze dips to the delicious creamy skin of her neck. Fuck, she's a tease...

"They reacted like that to one word... I wonder how they'd react to something like this..."

"To a date?" she whispers, her eyes widening as I turn in my seat and, placing my hand on her thigh, forcing her to turn towards me.

"No... to this..." I murmur, as I thread my fingers through her hair and run my tongue along her neck.

She lets out a delicious whimper, and my gaze dips to her breasts that rise and fall.

"Oh, goddess..." she breathes the moment I lick her neck. I feel breathless myself, her scent invading my scenes as I kiss her hungrily, before I bite down, sucking hard. Wanting to leave my mark on her.

What I truly want is to leave my mark over every inch, her sweet intoxicating scent only making me harder, fuelling me to s**k harder.

She moans, and then to my surprise, I feel her hand slide up my inner thigh.

That's it... good girl...

My eyes flash as pleasure courses through me the moment she massages my c**k, sending jolts of delicious pleasure to it.

Fuck yes...

"That's a good girl..." I growl in her ear. "The things I want to do to you..."

"Tell me... what do you want to do to me..." she whispers, her heart pounding.

The intoxicating scent of her arousal hits me and I almost growl, breaking away from assaulting her neck with kisses.

I look down at her thighs. The dress is short; the cut giving me the perfect access to her pussy if I so wanted it.

"I want to mark every inch of you... to leave a mark just like this on every part of you for the world to fucking see. I want to f**k you in every way possible. Tie you up and take you again and f*****g again, and even when you tell me to stop, I wouldn't." Her heart is thundering as I twist my fingers in her hair and tug her closer.

"And I want to ruin all men for you... so that even a decade from now,

when you're in bed with your mate, it's my dick you wish was buried inside of your tight little cunt," I growl, the very thought of her having a mate making my eyes burn with rage.

Her heart is pounding, her cheeks a deep pink, to match her eyes, but her hand continues to stroke my cock fucking perfectly. But every stroke is shattering all my self-control.

"Why is it that we want the same thing, yet you hold me at arm's length?" she murmurs, as my cock throbs against her hand, fuck I want her hand on my cock without anything between us... "Tell me..."