A/N: Big thanks to MikuMikuNi who took the time to read this first chapter and encouraged me to continue writing this. So far I have 2 authors who offered their service in beta-reading this story, and as soon as they reply to me I'll adjust the changes they have suggested to me.

One last thing: Do you think that it is enough to post it in the T rated section or do you think I should move it to the M rated section? Tell me in a review :D Thanks.

Chapter 1

Her body was lying there in his arms calmly, while her feelings were raging, and her mind was incapable of grasping what had happened to her. Her gentle figure lay beneath a dark blanket, while her tousled hair tangled between his fingers. Although he held her in his arms like a delicate piece of glass, she didn't feel comfortable at all; neither did she feel safe, or protected by him.
Her incomparable, charming blue eyes were staring at the wall with great devastation present in them.
The man next to her was grinning to himself, drawing circles on her bare shoulders and pulling up the shared blanket to his chest.
"Did you enjoy it, love?" he asked the fragile girl. She turned to look at him and shook her head, her red locks curling into her face.
The man frowned instantly, brushing the strands of hair away from her temple.
Her autumn red hair glistened in the moonlight that fell through the large, black framed window at the end of the room.
Right next to it hung a sepia-toned photography of bombs falling out of the skies, dropped by air-planes and space-ships. She wondered what such display of violence had lost in a bedroom.
"Why didn't you enjoy it?" he asked her, trying to pull her close.
She deliberately refused.
She turned away from him and sat up at the edge of the bed, hiding her face behind her palms. Frustration and shame built up in her heart. Shame, because she had opened up to a man she had never felt attracted to, and frustration because she did not know what would happen to her if she would stay involved in this "relationship" for too long.
"What is it, my gorgeous beauty? Tell me." he insisted, sitting up behind her, brushing away the hair that covered her neck. He bent over to kiss her shoulders, brushing over her arms with his fingertips.
There was no way anything he did would ever sensate her. All the passion that came from his side would remain futile, and all the kind words he used to try and manipulate her would stay rejected.
She shook her head once again.
"You know it." she mumbled shrugging her shoulders, hoping to get him off her back.
There was no chance; he remained close.
He rested his head on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Is it because of your boyfriend?" he hissed into her ear. "Is it because of…Sky?" he asked. Shivers ran down her spine as she heard his name.
She pictured her beloved boyfriend standing in front of her, smiling at her with those bewildering eyes. She had to remember the masculine scent that you smelled when you were around him.
How much she loved it.
His presence was so manly…he took the breath of many girls away. She still couldn't believe that she was the one he wanted to be with, after all there were hundreds of women who admired him, and would treat him like a god.
She quit living in her memories after her detrimental lover reminded her of the question she still needed to answer.
It did not take long for her to compile a reply.
"Yes, it is. Because I love him… you know it." she stated.
Her head turned to the side abruptly, making her chin touch his cheek. He continued caressing her fragile arms, but soon ran his hands over her bare chest, enjoying the feeling of having her female stature in his arms.
"Valtor…please…don't." she whispered, trying to pull away.
"What?" he replied, turning her around so she faced him. He acted like he was unaware of her discomfort, although he knew that she disliked his presence.
But she was so weak now, unable to fight whatever he did to her, so he took advantage of that.
"Tell me, love." he insisted, glaring at her with his hungry eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul, "What can I do to make you forget him?"
She shook her head again and tried winding herself out of his arms.
"I don't want to!" she yelled all of a sudden, her eyes filling with anguish. She tried pushing him away with her legs, but he didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, pinning her onto the sheets of his blood-red bed.
"No! Stop it!" she yelled, attempting to twist out from under his muscled body. She tried pushing him away with her fragile arms, but the fact that she was alone with him in this dark chamber, unable to escape without his permission caused her strength to fade.
"You're mine Bloom." he declared, pressing her arms onto the sheets of his bed. "You're mine for now and forever." he mumbled, starting to kiss her neck.
She arched her back and tried to wind herself out from beneath him, but his strong muscles didn't allow her to fight back.
"Please…let me go…" she gasped in a faint voice, refusing to let his lips to touch hers.
"Stop it...please" she mumbled, a tear escaping her eyes.
She felt the coldness of his body on her skin, a coldness that represented his character and his emotions.
All she wished for right now was that she could break free from this prison, and return home where she felt loved and safe…

"Bloom…Bloom, wake up."
A lullaby voice tore the young princess out of her sleep.
She opened her eyes in shock, noticing how sweat was pulsing from her forehead, as if she had been running away from something.
It was her mother who had awoken her. She was standing in the doorway with a gentle smile that brightening up her angel-like face.
"My dear, you look troubled. Didn't you sleep well?" she asked her daughter. She then ordered the maids standing behind her to begin pampering the young woman. The three servants entered the large room and started following their daily routine, while Mariam followed them and sat down on the large bed, right next to her daughter.
While two maids picked out a dress for the princess to wear, Bloom sat up and rubbed her eyes while looking around, quite unable to respond to the question asked by her mother.
She was still in shock.
Her dream had been…outstanding.
It had frightened her to the bones and made shivers run down her spine as she recreated it in her mind. It had seemed so real, but for an odd reason she felt as if her dream included a message. It wouldn't be the first time that someone tried to connect with her mind through her nightmares.
She felt as if something or someone was going to control her fantasies from now on.

Why else would she dream of being intimate with a man she couldn't and wouldn't ever love?