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“I’m sorry about my house. It’s really small but pretty comfortable.” Rosa was panting as she helps the man to walk to her house. She was so busy bringing him in she didn’t notice him staring at her. His eyes was like daggers, looking deep into her and taking in every details of her face.
Deep inside, he knew who she was. Tis' was the reason why he came to Vacherie in the first place. He had bitten her, given her the Sacred Kiss and now, he can’t let her go...
Her house was indeed small and there’s barely any space for the two of them to walk together. He notice her struggle in trying to bring him and truth to be told, he was already a tad strong after drinking her blood. Not just any blood, the blood of the woman who was destined to be his. The Sacred kiss was unintentional.
His vision was blurry and his thoughts was messed up from the pain of the poison secretly laced in his drinks. It wasn’t the pain that got to him, the fact that he was betrayed by his comrades and witness the slaughter of his good friends made him enraged.
From his loss of blood and aching body, he heard a gentle voice, so soothing and calming, making his pain subsides just for a little and when she was near him, the scent of her sweet blood calls out to him.
He can scent three more people living there and according to her, her two siblings and her mother stays with her. Must be a crowded spaces for four person to live together. He can’t help but think of the father, where is he on this? There is barely a scent of an adult male living in the house.
She finally brings him to her room, slightly feminine with a pink bed sheet and teddy bear.
It was very plain other than the pinkness of the bed. Family picture takes over the wall and the curtain was simple, white and cotton. The smell radiating from the room was sweet and tantalising. Her scent was overwhelming him and he never felt as good as this in his life. A bride made for him, she fulfils every expectation he had ever wanted in a bride.
Her thick brown hair that falls in a wavy pattern, her cute button nose and bee sting lips, she was a dream come true but most special was her eyes. It was moss green with gold tint. Mix with a shade of blue and indeed, it was a work of art. Even better was when she decides to save him after he had forcibly taken her blood. A sane person would've left him to his death but she didn't. She saved him because deep down, she knows that he was hers.
She places him down on the carpeted floor and smiled awkwardly, “I’m so sorry. I hope you don’t mind sitting on the floor for a while. It has soft carpet plus, I’m trying not to smudge the bed because I just washed them. Plus, we still kept dad's old clothes and it’s still good. You can take a shower after this and feel free to sleep on my bed until you can find your friend or anyone to help you.”
She noticed how she was blabbering and practically went on for no reason while this guy is practically eating her with his eyes. Oh, wait!
His eyes. She finally see his freakin eyes and it’s blue but almost white. It’s like the sky and... so familiar. As if she has seen him before.
“What was that?”
He lean his back on the side of her bed and grin. “Your bathroom. Where is it?”
“Oh..oh, right. It’s the room at the end of the hallway. I’ll prepare some hot water for you while you get comfortable. The towels will be in the bathroom."
He nodded and she left there to prepare the bath water and towel for him. Her heart was hammering against her chest just thinking about being alone with this man.
It took her almost 5 minutes to prepare everything for him while waiting for the water to fill. Thought the house was small, the house has a bathtub that fits her size but probably too small for the man. It was the only thing that she thought would be good for his wounds and bruises but the odd thing she had notice so far was the wound she had seen earlier is gone.
Not even a scar took place but it’s not something that is odd to her seeing this man had just drunk her blood in an alley. It probably heals him but not enough to make him stand on his own.
She got up from squatting on the floor and turn to have her whole breath leaving her body.
Strange man, all nude, not a stitch of cloth on sight and his body.... Jesus Christ, Rosa thought to herself, he was a work of art. His body looks like it was sculpted by the Gods. Every part of his body, his muscles was so pronounced and rock hard. No ounce of fat was present. His thick hair falls down his face and his eyes was staring deeply into hers.
He has a straight edged nose, full pink lips with gorgeous tan skin. The tattoos she has seen earlier was even more beautiful on full view and up close. There are writings on it, foreign writings and intricate tribal drawings. The urge to trace down his tattoos was so strong and it shocks her when she has never been intimate with anyone all her life.
When Rosa’s eyes move downwards, her lips open in surprised. He was huge. He was well built and his shaft was a shade darker than the rest of his body. Not to mention swollen and fully aroused. Her cheeks blushed red and she ran out of the bathroom, closing the door roughly and panting as if she had join a marathon.
She thought she was embarrassed then, she was even more humiliated now when she hears a deep chuckle coming from the bathroom. Good God, this man is going to be the death of her.
When she thinks about it, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.
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