The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- KATALEYA ~

My cheeks flush, my heart is fluttering in ways it shouldn't and I stare up into his gorgeous hazel eyes that are burning into mine. A drop of water clings to his lash and I almost reach up to brush it off, only for him to blink, snapping me out of my thought. "Let me see you properly," he pushes, his deep seductive voice making my core clench.

"I... I really don't think you want to." I whisper.

Why am I giving in? Why am I hesitating in my answer? Why am I not just saying 'I don't want to...' It's almost as if... as if I'm considering it.

"I think I do. I have seen enough of you to say that I know I will like what I see... besides, once I've seen you, you won't feel the need to keep hiding. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. We stay in the same room after all. So, put those hands behind your head, Princesa. Let me see those breasts."

My heart thuds at his command, my entire body heating up, but despite that I find myself relaxing my arms.

Wait, am I going to show him myself?!

I pull free, turning around slowly, so my back is to him, my heart pounding violently. I hear him suck in a sharp breath as I stare at the sparkling water while I slowly lower my arms, squeezing my breasts together as I wiggle my shoulders nervously. I hear him move closer, my heart racing when I feel his very naked hard body press against mine, my ass presses against his strong thighs.

"What!-"

"Shush..."

I obey, our pounding hearts beating to a rhythm of their own.

This moment makies me forget about everything.

"Your wolf is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it," he murmurs, taking me by surprise.

His arm suddenly wraps around my waist as he trails his fingertips down the centre of my breasts, his arm brushing against my sensitive nipple, sending another jolt through me.

I bite my lip, trying not to react, although my entire body is thrumming with desire and need. "Perfection..."

My breath hitches as I feel my core clench once again as my breasts rise and fall rapidly.

Speak! Answer him!

My wolf! My wolf... he said something about my wolf.

"Yo-yours is beautiful, too. Your wolf I mean," I whisper, as his lips ghost down the side of my face, and along my jaw. It's dizzying and intense, but I cannot deny that the tingles that dance through me are making me melt into his touch, with a bravado I didn't even know I possessed.

"Oh yeah?" he murmurs, pausing for a second. There's a change in his heartbeat - almost scornful, as if he doesn't believe it and I turn to look into his eyes and nod.

"Yes." I say softly yet firmly.

He needs to believe that when I am simply speaking the truth.

His brows furrow slightly, his wet locks that flop across his forehead tempt me, my fingers itching to touch them.

His eyes dip to my breasts, but this time I don't try to hide away, biting my lip as his fingers slip between my breasts, caressing the valley between them.

His hand brushing my large boob once again, my cheeks are burning and although I feel giddy, I don't want him to stop.

Goddess, this feels too good, even if I shouldn't... his touch is becoming an addiction I'm failing to fight.

The thought only makes my heart pound harder, his hand continuing its path down my waist and the centre of my stomach, before he pauses, massaging my lower stomach which only makes that ache between my thighs return - one that is becoming more and more familiar. His touch ghosts along my lower stomach and it takes all my self-

restraint not to grab his wrist and force his hand lower between my thighs to my soaking core, which has nothing to do with the water.

Naughty... Kat...

But I don't really want to scold myself. This is Enrique... the man I love, and although he doesn't love me, having him touch me... I can't deny that it does things to me that make me feel powerless, at his mercy entirely.

My eyes flutter shut as his fingers glide along my thigh, my breath hitching as they inch closer to my inner thighs and I part my legs but instead, he suddenly grabs my wrists.

One after the other he forces them up until my hands are resting on my head. I gasp, feeling his gaze on me once again as he grabs me by my waist and turns me to face him.

"Diosa..." he murmurs, but it was so quiet I am doubtful if I heard it correctly.

Is he so impressed he's mentioning the goddess? I smile slightly, blushing.

My eyes flutter open slowly as I find myself looking at his gold eyes that are raking over my body with an expression that I can't make out.

My nipples are hard, standing to attention under his sizzling gaze and I realise I'm just standing there baring my boobies for him. But... It feels good... I can see the effect it's having on him.... the effect of seeing me, and with a pounding heart, I glide my fingers into my hair lifting my wet locks, and twisting them up, I allow it to coil up on my head as I slowly turn, giving him a full view of my bare back.

"Fuck." I hear him mutter, turning my head just in time to see his Adam's apple bop.

That expression... My own mouth is dry as I observe him.

"So... is this the kind of meat you like on a woman?" I find myself murmuring breathlessly. I gasp softly at my own confidence as his eyes snap to mine, realising what I have just said!

Goddess! It's like a naughty spirit has possessed me.

I was right though; it was the wrong thing to say, because suddenly his eyes darken and he lets out a low growl as his arm snakes around my waist.

His other hand yanks on the back of my hair, forcing my head back until our faces are inches apart, our bodies slamming against one another.

Oh goddess...

My heart is raging, my breasts crushed against his body and - and I can feel his m*****d pressed against my stomach.

"You're a fucking tease... and you know exactly what you are doing..." he whispers huskily. His tone alone makes me bite back a whimper of pleasure. His nose brushing against mine, making my heart pound faster.

"I don't think you really mind," I manage to murmur breathlessly, the words hanging in the air like a lingering spell. I'm far too aware of the fact that I don't know what I am doing, but it's as if my mouth, mind and body have a will of their own.

What if I surrender to the deepest desires within me and let my instincts weave the path for me?

"You're wrong," he growls, his arm tightening around my waist, strong yet possessive. His pulsating presence against my stomach sends ripples of anticipation through me. Bravely, I place my hands on his arms, feeling his hard muscles beneath my fingertips. "You haven't answered," I whisper, locking eyes with him.

Up close, I can see all the shades of greens, golds and browns of his iris behind those thick lashes.

I have never seen a more beautiful pair. His lips tug upwards into a sinful, arrogant smirk. Oh Goddess...

I feel him throb against my stomach, evoking an erotic desire in me and I bite my lip, gripping tighter onto him.

"No... this isn't the kind of body I like..." he murmurs, his nose brushing against mine. Our voices are barely above a breathless whisper, as if we might break the magic that weaves around us. "It's the kind I f*****g love, but better. If only you weren't a fucking Rossi." My heart races as I try to grasp on to those worse, his hooded eyes now lingering on my lips.

But we're both far too lost in one another to make sense of anything. I'm wading through the airy light atmosphere around me as I unmuddle his words. Tenderly squeezing his arms, tracing the contours of his biceps.

"Then for a moment just forget I'm a Rossi..." I whisper back, our lips almost touching, our warm breath mingling. I can almost taste him. My heart is galloping faster than it ever has.

How can something so... so gentle have such a powerful reaction?

Liquid gold eyes bore into mine with a fire that makes my legs feel weak, certain I would have fallen if he didn't hold me.

I'm waiting for a reply, but instead his hand tightens in my hair, his eyes blazing as his aura surges around him and then his lips collide with mine in an explosive kiss that feels like the unveiling of a long-lost promise. Every fibre of my being sizzles to life.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

My eyes flutter shut, my heart exploding, pounding in pure happiness as a sinful moan escapes my lips.

Pleasure cascades through me and it feels as if time has stood still and the universe itself has been waiting for this moment.

The feel of his plump lips is heavenly. It's better than anything my dreams have conjured.

How can someone so rugged and raw possess lips that are so tender and feel so magical?

And the way he kisses me, his lips moulding perfectly against mine, making my p***y clench.

Enrique...

His hand is still tangled in my hair, his grip firm as the kiss becomes deeper, more passionate, fuelling something forbidden.

This is how a kiss between us would be, if I wasn't a Rossi...

My heart thuds and suddenly the gushing of the waterfall and the sound of birds fill my ears, and Enrique suddenly stiffens before he moves back.

His burning gold eyes snap to mine. Something changes in his eyes,

despite his thudding heart, the sun glistening off his wet curls, and I'm uncertain what he sees because suddenly his entire demeanour shifts. "But you are one."

Those words are like a slap. One that strikes like a double-edged sword.

Yes, I am a Rossi, but I am proud to be one too. But I also want to be the woman he looks at just like he was moments ago...

"Enr-"

"Let's head back. Alpha Luis will be here soon enough and there are things we need to prepare before his arrival," he says coldly. What did I do? Or what happened to make him change mood so quickly?

"Enri-"

"I said let's go." He cuts in coldly once again as he begins to make his way through the water back to the shore.

"You go on ahead... I... I'll join you soon." I murmur, turning my back on him once more, as I wrap my arms around my breasts, realising I had just given him my first kiss...

But to him... it was just one in a hundred. He's experienced... This kiss is something that means nothing to him, but I'm the only one to blame.

I hear him get out of the water, and I turn sharply only to realise that he's disappeared.

He really has gone...

My heart squeezes as I look around the magical spot, a place that felt so full of life moments ago but now feels empty and so...

Alone.