The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- KATALEYA -

"With pistachios please," I say politely to the ice cream vendor, trying to ignore the attention I'm getting from a group of young men. My cheeks are flushed, and I move closer to Enrique, feeling self-conscious of the stares. At the same time, I don't want him getting mad. If he gets mad, maybe he won't. I pout.

Do I want him to get mad?

He's trying to contain his aura, but I can feel his irritation radiating off him strongly enough. He's stronger... ever since what happened last night, there's a shift in him. But I wonder... if the darkness returned, would it be stronger or weaker? "And you, señor?"

"Nothing. We're done," Enrique replies coldly as he pays. I glance up, surprised. Doesn't he want ice cream?

"Here you go, señorita."

I thank the man, accepting my cup of ice cream and offering him a small smile.

We had reached our destination, and I wanted to go for a little walk before we stopped at his favourite café. The weather is warm, but a slight wind is blowing. Maybe I should have pinned my hair back...

"Let's go." His tone makes me glance up at him thoughtfully. He does sound angry. I hope he didn't decline ice cream because of me, oopsie.

I nod, falling in step beside him as we weave our way through the crowd. There are a lot of people here, out and about enjoying the weather and the scenery.

We walk down a few steps and Enrique grabs hold of my wrist, keeping me behind him as we continue down the path. I smile as I allow him to guide me and I take in the scenic beauty of this place.

When we are at the bottom, I tug free and instead slip my hand around his right arm, resisting the urge to caress his hard muscles as I lean closer to him as a group of young men and women walk past, laughing rambunctiously.

"Eat it, it will melt," he says, and I look down reluctantly. Letting go of his arm and transferring my cup to my left hand, keeping my arm linked with his as I take up my little spoon in my right hand.

Now that's better. My heart skips a beat as I observe the side of his face. I'm enjoying ice cream, with kiké, I smile down at my cup of ice cream feeling content.

Remembering what he said about it melting, I quickly take a spoonful.

My eyes suddenly fly open as the taste explodes in my mouth. Oh, the flavour!

"This..."

"It's good, isn't it?" he asks, a small smirk playing at the corner of his kissable lips. I nod vigorously.

"Oh yes, it's delicious and these nuts... I love it." I say, glancing back in the direction of the stall, but it's now out of sight.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Oh, I wanted to remember the name...

Never mind, I'll ask Enrique to take me there again!

I continue eating as I look around, looking at the shops and the vibrant coloured buildings that remind me of a picturesque poster. It's stunning.

The place is magical, and I admire the balconies of that house that hang almost overhead on the streets.

"Do you like sightseeing?" I look up at him, not expecting him to ask me that and smile, nodding.

"I do..." Especially with you...

I can't see his eyes behind those shades, but he seems calmer today... and I can still sense when his gaze burns into mine.

As much as I want to try to talk to him again about the prosthetic, he is stubborn and I know he won't listen... so I will make the most of this time together and win him over in other ways...

I know I get to him and I hoped he'd like what I was wearing... but I am not sure...

"What about you?" I ask as I scoop up some ice cream and hold it up for him, making him cock a brow. "You said they had good ice cream yet you didn't buy any for yourself, or is it because you just want me to feed you?" I add cheekily.

He reaches over, his large hand wrapping around my wrist as he leans down and takes it. "If I wanted you to feed me, Princesa, I wouldn't need an excuse. I'd ask and you would do so."

How obnoxious. I pout unhappily, knowing he got me there. "But that wasn't your reason, then?"

"Mm I do, but those cabrones pissed me off." His frown deepens immensely. How does a person manage to frown so much?

I giggle. "You are so grumpy."

"I'm sure you noticed that they were watching you?" he asks, cocking a brow.

"Umm, a little, but that's probably because I'm a foreigner."

"Don't play dumb, Princesa. There are plenty of foreigners here. We both know why," he says in a raspy whisper, making my heart skip a beat.

"Well..." I look down shyly, feeling my cheeks heat up. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "There is only one man whose eyes I want on me," I whisper ever so quietly, hoping he doesn't hear as I quickly scoop up some ice cream and place the spoon in my mouth, glancing up at him.

His face is impassive, but I don't miss the way he swallows, almost as if he's trying to act unphased.

"Well, you still captured the attention of many more than just one," he says, taking the spoon from my fingers digging into the ice cream cup and taking a bite of ice cream.

Is he jealous?

I smile. "And the same goes for you. All the women are looking at you and maybe a few men too," I whisper, nudging him and with my eyes motioning to the two women who have been watching us.

"Well, that's nothing new."

"So confident, I like it." I smile.

He smirks but says nothing as he scoops up more ice cream and holds it up to my lips. My heart races as I look up at him, opening my mouth and allowing him to feed me, trying not to combust into butterflies!

I lick the ice cream off the spoon, hearing the change in his heartbeat and suddenly it doesn't just feel like he's feeding me but something more illicit and... I like it.

I stare into his shades, making out the outline of his glowing gold irises as I twirl my tongue around the spoon before I swallow the cold ice cream. It feels good considering how hot I suddenly feel...

He stabs the spoon back into the pot and grips my chin firmly.

"You are no angel, Princesa," he almost growls before he moves back, freeing his arm from my hold. I let out a breath, feeling dizzy as I glance around, trying to focus on reality when I realise I've stopped in the middle of the walkway. Trying to clear my mind as quickly as possible, I follow him as he mutters something about a café.

As much as he's acting like I had made him angry, I wonder if I messed with his mind again.

Oh well, I plan to do that as much as I can! I giggle to myself as I hurry after him.