Amelia
In the sanctuary of my room I take a long refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the emotions that have been consuming me since I was told of Erik’s situation. There had been no doubt or hesitation in my mind, I was wiling to give whatever was needed to keep him in this world. My whole heart, every part of my being still belonged to him. I don’t bother to turn when I hear the shower door slide open and feel a presence walk in I know who it is already. His lips place a soft kiss at the nape of my neck and arms snake around my body pulling me back into his. I feel him hard for me already. “Was that really necessary” I sigh and I feel the curve of his smile against my skin “If I don’t instigate it he’ll do it himself or get one of them, would you rather that?” I relax into his arms and place my hands over his own as he starts to move them over my body, making me moan at his touch. “No” I moan breathlessly as he squeezes one of my nipples “this only works as long as we hate each other and you know it” his tone harsher than his touch. Turning in his arms I find his hazel eyes, warm only for me, his Mediterranean handsome looks would melt any woman’s heart. My body responds to his every touch “fuck me Nico” I whisper and his lips meet mine, in a dance of fire and passion, a dangerous game we play. He lifts me as my legs wrap around him and he pushes me into the shower wall, the wet tiles at my back cooling the fire on my ass from earlier. I give a pleasured wince as his fingers dig into the still marked skin where he grips me to gain entry. I am so ready for him to fuck away all of my emotions, empty my head of thoughts with his ferocious need. Nico and I might not be soulmates but his cock is a thing of beauty and his skill like no other. I groan with satisfaction as I feel him at my entrance, this time he takes his pleasure slowly, sliding in inch by beautiful inch, I have to resist bucking my hips to get instant gratification. I know he likes to make love after one of our displays. His eyes gaze into my own and I see his love there, a love that I can not truly return, my heart is not my own to give but I feel as much for him as I can, my own kind of love. He kisses his way down my neck and I move my head to the side giving him the access he wants. The pleasure washes through me as he bites into my neck and then begins to teasingly pulse slowly in and out of me. The dual assault bringing my whole body to life. Enjoying the slow steady build as the pleasure coils inside of me, his mouth finds its way to my nipples sucking and nipping one after the other. I feel my hips buck and push towards him wanting and needing more now. He does not leave me destitute as he picks up the pace of his assault, faster and harder, driving into me with all of his might taking me to the edge of bliss with his cock. My climax is cried out loudly with the intensity that rocks through my body quickly followed by his own. Panting he leans his forehead on mine, staying inside of me, both of us rocked by the after effects of the intensity of our orgasm. “I feel clean again” he whispers against my lips in his rich Italian accent and I know he does not mean the shower. It’s hard to believe but this man was once a cardinal in the Vatican. It was a very different Vatican in those days, when popes had illegitimate children and orgies took place inside of its walls, perhaps not so hard to believe he was once a cardinal then. His heavy sigh signals what I knew was coming “I must leave you my love I am expected at the soirée downstairs. Will you come?” I run the tips of my fingers over his cheek and gaze into those eyes “You know I will not unless I am ordered to, I have no taste for them” He looks disappointed but I know he understands, what good would it do us anyway it’s not like we could sit together or dance or have fun. We would be apart glaring at one another until the festivities turned more sexual then we would be expected to perform. No thank you, if my absence is not noticed I will happily stay here in peace. As we step out of the shower he wraps me in a large towel working his hands expertly over my body before drying himself. A gentle sweet kiss is placed on my lips after he dresses himself. “Enjoy your party” I tell him with a cheeky glint and he just rolls his eyes claiming my lips once more. “Never without you my love, it is only an act with anyone else, my heart belongs to you and you only” I smile and kiss him to avoid using my own words. I never want to lie to him but I can also never echo his sentiments for truly my heart does belong to another. “One day we’ll find a way to runaway together” he whispers in my ear before turning to leave and I want to tell him how foolish that hope is. I have been trying to do that for over a thousand years. Still I am clueless in how to destroy my husband.Amelia Truly alone at last I lay atop my large bed and think about him. The feel of his skin, the beauty of his features, my memory is perfect as a vampire but memories can not compete with flesh and blood. I feel great sadness at what should have been ours before Damian destroyed us. My mind wanders back through the centuries back to the day before our wedding. I remember the joy I felt at that moment like it was yesterday. My heart full and bursting with excitement to become Erik’s wife, to spend the rest of our lives together. I was gathering flowers beyond the castle wall in the early morning dew when I first laid eyes on Damian. His black horse was huge and imposing he had stopped before me and there was a look in his eyes, a portent of the pain he brought, an unease gripped my soul as he smiled at me. By that very afternoon he had captured me alone proposing his deal. I was to be his and Erik would be allowed to live. Turning a witch the greatest of all crimes,
Harlow - 1 Year Later The fear in my heart is real, Erik gives me a tender kiss of reassurance. He thinks I am scared to go to the King’s palace because of the dangers that lie there. In a way he is correct but the danger is him finding out his precious Lia is still alive, the danger is me loosing his love that I have so cherished for the past year, the danger is his heart closing to me once more. I’m fully aware of the vampire court, the opulence, the parties, the plotting and that does not phase me. A beautiful, selfless, strong woman with amber eyes does. She has haunted my dreams for the last year, the gift she unknowingly gave me at her own expense has made me the happiest vampire alive. In the middle of the night I often wake up though wracked with guilt. It feels like it crushes me at times, she is living a lie, a life of danger so that I can curl up in bed next to her true love. There have been times that I have almost told him the truth, especially whe
Amelia My face may be a mask of calm but inside my stomach is twisting and my heart racing. What game is Damian playing bringing Erik here? Does he suspect? Does he know? Only Nico’s calm exterior settles my worries if he did know even a fraction of the truth Nico’s behaviour towards me would be very different, he would be in full hate mode instead of indifferent. Our secret language to each other to deceive my darling husband. As soon as the excruciating meal is over I make my excuses and put as much distance between Erik and I as physically possible. That beautiful sweet woman that was with him made me want to be sick. Nothing to do with her, she was lovely, well spoken and I could see by the look in her eyes how she adores him. Everything I had wanted for him to have but it hit me like a dagger to my heart. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would actually have to come face to face with it. I beeline for my private chambers, I need some space just t
Harlow I am unnerved, this has been a strange and unsettling day. The relief I feel at being shown to our chambers and getting away from those people is palpable. Everything about Amelia makes me feel inadequate and yet I can not muster the desire to hate her. I watched her through that horrible lunch, she was so calm and composed. If I had not been witness to her sacrifice with my own eyes I would have truly believed she had no love remaining for Erik. I do not envy the life she lives. As we close the door behind us I run my hands over Erik’s back and around his waist but I feel him stiffen beneath my touch in a way he has not since before he had taken ill. He surprises me further by stepping out of my reach. My heart begins to ache. She may have compelled his mind to believe he hated her but I am beginning to fear that compulsion can not reach the heart. I can not bear to loose him now. Desperately I close the distance between us and without words I wrap my arms aroun
Amelia I look at myself in the mirror wearing my dramatic make up like armour, deep red lips and black smokey eyeshadow. My hair tumbles in dark waves down my naked back. The gold chainmail of my dress cold against my skin where it touches. Short and tight fitting tying around my neck with a deep cowl showing off my cleavage and a completely bare back. The dress sent by my darling husband. How I hate him to the very core of his being. My small mercy being that he no longer cares to touch me himself. I had endured his ‘affections’ for centuries as he tried desperately to get me to give him an heir. Vampire children are exceedingly rare, perhaps one born every century. No one quite knows why it happens for the rare few and not the rest of us. Well, that’s not exactly true I know the secret but in order to protect my own life and Erik’s I can never share what I found in my research. It took me decades in the lab studying the blood work and dna of those who had success
Amelia If I had thought that the drinks reception was tough the actual meal is worse. I am sat beside Damian as always but the first seat along the table is Erik to my left and his beautiful wife. To Damian’s right as always is Nico his customary glower on his face. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife at our end of the table, sounds of normal and excited chatter drift up from further down the banqueting table but there is an awkward stony silence hanging over us. I feel myself pushing my food around my plate unable to face actually eating anything. I can’t even look up I don’t want to see the hate burning in Erik’s eyes for me. I know I did it to myself but every bit of love I have ever felt for him still burns inside of me. Damian’s cold voice finally breaks the silence “Doesn’t Amelia just look good enough to eat tonight Erik?” His question loaded with innuendo. Fuck! Fuck him why does he always have to be such an antagonistic prick! Still I refuse to look up
Amelia My belly does a little flip flop of nervous excitement as the table is cleared and we are ushered back into the ball room. As we walk through the doors naked humans hand Venetian style masks to each of us. I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s
Harlow I had tried with everything in me not to watch them, to get lost in my own pleasure from the beautiful fledgling between my legs but it was impossible. The sounds of pure passion and rawness of connection could not be ignored. I had watched as she writhed between them and part of me had wanted to be in there with them, to be a part of it. The other part felt a dark jealousy that I had not know I was capable of, Erik’s face was full of an intensity that I had never seen before. He looked at her in a way he had never looked at me. Watching Nico carry her away I feel relief, that once more Erik is all mine. I notice a tenderness in the way he cradles her that is at odds with the disdain he usually displays towards her. I look to Damian to see if he has noticed but his attention is elsewhere already. He watches Erik with hawk eyes as he gets dressed once more and I shift to fix my dress back down moving away