The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- KATALEYA -

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"With enough lights to keep any trouble away," he says, kissing the top of my head.

He really is a romantic, and I love it.

I smile as we enter the clearing, the sound of the waterfall is welcoming, but it's the entire ambience and set-up that takes my breath away. There's a large canopy bed facing the lake surrounded by lanterns. The water also glitters with twinkling glowing orbs beneath the surface and floating petals which aren't getting washed away despite the waterfall. There are lanterns floating in the air and I realise it's magic.

"Did you do this?" I ask softly as I take in the table that is set up with candles, laden with plenty of dishes and desserts that make my mouth water. This book has many missing chapters and scenes if you're not reading it on [J] (o) b n I b. c [o] = m. I look at him when he doesn't reply to see he's watching me. He shrugs.

"Maybe a little of it."

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. "Most of it, and I love it. Thank you, kiké," I whisper, as I caress the back of his neck before tugging his head down. He pulls me flush against him as his lips meet mine in a deep beautiful kiss. 1 Goddess, I know tonight will be a night I will never forget. A night with my love.

We break apart, our hearts racing as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Tell me, Mi Amor, do you think I'm f*****g whipped?"

My eyes widen in surprise at the question.

"Why would you ask that?" I ask, blinking.

"Ahren." He frowns and I can't help but giggle as I comb my fingers through his lush curls.

"Well, you tell me, would you do anything for me?" I ask.

"You know I f*****g would, but that doesn't mean I'm whipped," he growls.

"Of course not. I wouldn't dream of thinking you are. Will you carry me to the table?" I point at the food that I can now smell. 4

He humours me, lifting me with ease, and I can't help but smile as I lock my arms around his neck, kissing his jaw softly as he carries me across to the table and places me down on the bench that is behind the low table. 5 He hits a button on the speaker that sits at the table, and music begins playing.

"Can you feed me tonight?" I ask.

"Oh, I plan to fill you up, in more ways than one." He smirks, making me blush when I realise what he's insinuating.

He picks up his fork, breaking some chicken and holds it to my lips. I open my mouth and accept it, gazing into his hazel eyes, smiling as I try not to giggle. The delicious explosion of flavours in my mouth almost distracting me. 3 "What are you finding so funny?" he asks suspiciously.

"Do you know the definition of whipped?" I whisper slyly.

"It means someone who listens to their partner foolishly," he growls, making me giggle again. "I'm not whipped, it was stupid of me to even ask."

"It means doing anything for your partner. Like listening to any of their silly requests, like carrying them or feeding them..." I burst into laughter as he narrows his eyes at me.

"You will pay for that, Mi Amor, and I f*****g know exactly how," he threatens huskily as he leans over me, making my eyes widen, my heart thrumming when I gaze into those liquid gold eyes that are filled with carnal desire.

My core clenches as I tug on his collar, pulling him even closer. His hand tangles into my hair as he tugs my head back roughly, something that makes a delicious jolt of pleasure rush to my core. I look into his eyes challengingly, whispering one word. "How?"

His eyes flash, accepting the challenge.

His tongue flicks across mine and I slowly caress his with my own as his other hand brushes up between my thighs. I clamp my thighs shut, but like always it does nothing to stop him. As his fingers slide closer and closer to my core.

My body fights against me, wanting him, yet at the same time the food is so hot... we can't let it go to waste because I know once we start, we might not stop.

"What about the food?" I ask, blinking up at him.

He smirks. "Carry on eating, if you can," he murmurs huskily. I gasp as his fingers brush my core, pushing aside my panties as he tantalisingly runs his fingers along my entrance, making my breath hitch.

I reach for a small pastry, but just then his lips touch my neck, sending a tingle of pleasure through me.

Goddess! My eyes flutter shut as he begins peppering my neck with soft sensual kisses as he pleasures me, consuming me entirely.

"My Love..." I sigh softly, melting into him as his fingers work their magic.

I cup his face, tugging it up as I claim his lips. My stomach is full of butterflies. I'm kissing him, my Enrique. I deepen the kiss, taking control, and he lets me lead.

I will never get over the fact that he wants me. He loves me. I brush my tongue along his lips, and he allows me access. A soft whimper escapes me as he sucks on my tongue, his fingers playing my body oh so perfectly. He swirls his fingers along my c**t, drowning me in pure bliss and I whimper, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure.

He lets go of my hair and instead wraps his hand around my throat, forcing me to lie back on the bench as he moves off it, tugging me down so I'm lying down comfortably, and I realise what he's about to do.

I blush as he pushes up my dress, lifting my leg up onto his shoulder before he goes down on me. I gasp as pleasure surges through me, my core throbbing as he begins to eat me out with his talented tongue. I reach down, weaving my fingers into his hair.

Goddess...

He groans in satisfaction as he runs his tongue along my entrance before returning to my c**t. Every passing moment making me tip closer and closer to my release.

My gasps and moans grow louder as I teeter on the edge, throwing my head back, my back arching, and my eyes flutter shut.

"That's it, Mi Amor, come for me," he growls as his tongue moves faster until my o****m rips through me, dizzying me. I let out a moan of pure ecstasy as I drop back onto the bench, my heart thumping wildly. Goddess... He kisses me down there, making me blush before he slides my dress down, licking his lips with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Now that is what I was hungry for," he whispers huskily in my ear as he gets back up and pulls me between his legs. I smile at him as he claims my lips in a kiss. "Look how good you taste."

I blush as I lick his lips before kissing him and then hiding my face in his shoulder, making him chuckle.

"You're f*****g cute. Now eat, then we'll go for a swim."

He picks up a roasted potato and holds it to my lips, allowing me to bite into it.

"I love you," I say softly, resting my head on his chest as he feeds me, and I point out what I want next.

"Te amo más que a la vida en sí," he replies, kissing the side of my head, his words warming my heart and making me all giddy. I love it when he speaks to me like that.

We fall into a comfortable silence as we eat when Enrique pauses before he picks up his glass of juice and takes a slow gulp. " I've been thinking...

He's worried, although he's doing a good job of masking it. "I'm certain I was able to remove whatever darkness was inside of you, but you still ended up back in that crypt. How do we stop that from happening?"

"We just need to find out how it happens, and we don't have the answer yet." I sigh softly, feeding him a piece of chicken with my fingers. "Maybe what Royce said earlier is possible, too."

He nods, licking the tip of my finger teasingly.

After I woke up, when we discussed what happened in the crypts, Royce had pointed out that Azarakh may have formed a connection with Enrique in a similar manner to the one with me. After all, we did see Azarakh rush away when Enrique came back to his senses that night. "Regarding a possible connection?"

"Yes."

"And the scratches, which didn't heal, it could just possibly be that you're too good and pure for there to be darkness within you," he muses.

"We don't really know if there is any or not. My scratches won't work on myself," I say with a small smile, making him chuckle.

"We'll get through this."

I nod. It's weighing on all of us with the passing of time. We are getting closer to what is coming. Good or bad.

"I don't need such an ability to tell you that you are light itself," he says as he picks up the Arroz con dulce and a spoon. He takes a spoonful and holds it to my lips. "And there's a possibility it's the light from you, through your mark, that is keeping that control he might have on me at bay."

"You are strong too, My Love, or have you forgotten that you are El Rey Carmesí?" I remind him as I take the spoonful and close my eyes, enjoying it.

"No, I don't think it's the same. I think it's the light that we need to defeat this enemy, not power."

I open my eyes and look up at him, my heart skipping a beat as those words resonate in my head.

"I think you just gave me the answer to defeating him," I breathe, my heart thudding as I gaze into Enrique's dreamy eyes. I don't know exactly how, but something about that statement makes me feel that the answer is within my grasp...