A/N: Unfortunately for the foreseeable future updates will be a bit slow. I am sorry it has been forever since I updated. To be honest, life got in the way and then I totally forgot about this story. I however have sat down recently, reread EVERYTHING (which needs some serious editing at some point) and have mapped out the next few chapters. My life is super busy right now but I will try to keep updating and not leave you guys hanging for too long.

Disclaimer: Yep I still don't own anything.

The Dark One

Chapter Ten

SPOV

"Whatever you say my little pet, but here drink." He bit into his wrist and thrust it towards my mouth. I took a momentary pause and then latched my lips around the cut. The first drop passed my lips and could only be described as heaven.

I had been expecting the blood to taste awful, to taste metallic, but all it was sweet and warm. What started as one little bit that I allowed past my lips became a large gulp, followed by another and another. I could not get enough of his blood. My grip on his wrist tightened and it was then I noticed his grip on me tightened as well. At some point he had flipped us over so I was straddling his waist as he sat on the chaise. It wasn't until he had ripped the front of my bodice open that reality came crashing back and I scurried out of his arms. I could not catch my breath and was panting. I took the moment to look at his Majesty and he looked hurt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. When I didn't respond right away he continued, "I was not expecting you to take so much. When a human takes blood from a vampire it is an extremely sexual encounter. I lost control."

"Do you regularly let humans drink your blood?" I had to know. I had to know that this meant something more to him that just healing my wounds.

"No. The last person I gave my blood to was Pamela when I turned her and I had no intention of ever doing it again until the day came that I made another child."

"Your Majesty do you wish to turn me?" The air between us was thick and I could see him trying to form the perfect words.

"Yes. One day I would like to turn you, make you mine for eternity. Today, however, is not that day. Again I did not mean to lose control." He did look genuinely bothered by the situation, he was worried that he had gone too far, again.

"I forgive you, your Majesty. The situation was not entirely your fault; I am as much to blame as you are."

"Please, after what we've been through and will become, please call me Eric."

"As you wish," it was then I watched as the first smile of contentment crossed his face. "Your Majesty, I mean Eric I have but one request of you in return."

A lustful glint passed through his eyes, "Name it."

"Since you are my betrothed, I wish to get to know you as you will want to get to know me, but we cannot accomplish that if you avoid me at every pass." I hoped that this request came as more proper than it sounded in my head, but if he was to be my husband I wished to know him.

"As you wish. Now let us get you back to your quarters to change. I will have a seamstress fix your bodice. I might need to have more bodices made for you, because once you allow it I intend to rip many of your bodices from you." His words made me blush. I was far from ready to have any physical interaction with him, it had only been a few weeks since that awful night, but I knew at some point my obligations as his wife would take over. My betrothed was not an ugly man, in fact he was very attractive, but he scared me. Right now he was trying to be nice because he wanted to me to be his bed mate before our wedding, but when would he give this façade and just take what he wanted? This is what I am afraid of. Lord Godric and Lady Pamela both claim that this is not his normal behavior, but he did almost force me and he constantly tells me that he loses control around me. What if the next time he loses control, he doesn't gain it back in time?

Somehow I had lost track of time and the King had walked me back to my room. He was looking down at me with concerned eyes as he whispered, "You look exhausted. Please lay your head down for a little while. I will send your maid up to wake you for dinner. Would you be interested in joining me for dinner on the terrace later?"

"Yes I would like that. I think you might be right about me taking a rest for a bit. Apparently a near death experience is quite draining." His majesty looked at me and seemed to shudder at my word choice. He leaned into me closely, seemingly to kiss me but I pulled away quickly before I could allow it. "I will see you at dinner, your Maj…I mean Eric." I then all but slammed the door in his face because getting comfortable on my mattress. My brain was running a mile a minute so I doubted I'd find peace, but before I knew it my eyes grew heavy and the world slipped away.

Eric's P.O.V.

Well she did agree to dinner.

She hadn't said she wouldn't marry me.

She did say she wanted to get to know me.

Yet, she is still not writhing beneath me and screaming my name.

Somewhere along the way back to my room my fist connected with what was a priceless vase and is now a pile of worthless dust. This woman is going to drive me insane, but if getting to know me is what she wants well then I will let her get to know some of me. She was barely holding on now, if she only knew of the demons inside of my she'd be running of this castle faster than she has ever moved in her life.

I knew I was a complicated man. No I was not a man; I was a monster, a monster that had particular interests that I doubted my betrothed would ever willingly partake in. If I wanted to make it through dinner later I'd have to see Dawn before. I sent a servant to fetch her and as I waited I lined up my favorite toys, by the time she left her flesh would be raw from my crop and flogger.

Sookie's P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone entering my room. I assumed it was Tara, but when I looked up his Majesty was approaching me as a lion does his prey.

"What are you doing here?" The word barely made it out of my mouth before I was silenced by his lips. I had never been kissed before and certainly even if I had it had never been like this. His kiss left me breathless and my toes curled beneath me. He pulled away from me and I looked at his eyes. They burned with passion for me; they had darkened to pure black, not an ounce of his crystal blue color was left.

"Mine." One word said it all. He leaned back down to kiss me, his hand running down my shoulder and over my breast. He slowly started to undo my bodice…

"Wake up Lady Sookie. You wouldn't want to be late for dinner with his Majesty." It took me a few minutes to realize it was a dream. A dream that left me reeling and confused, but also hot and breathless. Tara walked around my room, opening the drapes and pulling a new gown out of my wardrobe. She was oblivious to the fact that I was all but panting and squirming in bed. My entire body tingled and I was trying to relieve that feeling even if only for a few minutes. It made me wonder though; if that was only a dream…what would a real kiss from him feel like?

I am so sorry that I've been gone for so long. Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. For returning reader I wish it is a happy sight to see this story update again and for new readers, welcome and enjoy.

I promise you I will be updating this story fairly regularly.

-Jamie