I'm back! tears, confetti falling from the sky like I said at the end of the last chappy, Endymion will get something else from Serenity.
Sorry it took so long. Sad news: my trip bore no fruits. I freaking lost! Oh well, I didn't plan to anyway. Hope this will be enough to keep you sated while I finish up the next big chapter. Thnx for all the reviews. Had sooo much reviews when I got back, makes me wee little heart ache will glee :)
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Serenity's breathing came in short rasps as the man she had learned to fear and came to hate pulled her to the middle of the bed. With her hands clenched with Endymion's, escape seemed impossible. All she could think of right now was the only solution to her freedom. Even this could not convince her to give it up, especially to a man who was as ruthless as him.
"No," she whispered in pain. He roughly ripped off her nightie, but darkness seemed to be on her side as it cloaked her from his eyes. With nothing but the night to shield her, Serenity waited for his assault.
"You know what will stop this," he shot to her, knowing it would affect her.
"Oh god no," she started to cry, not caring anymore that he saw her weak.
Oddly enough, he pulled up the sheets, half covering her, but still kissing her body. Soon, all his attire was gone, only the two of them touching, a thin sheet between them. He looked at her with half-lidded eyes. Desire was evident as his breathing grazed her face, her cheeks, and her mouth.
She knew she wanted him too. Always the innocent one, she never even kissed someone with passion the way this one did. The butt of jokes from her cousins, who were either married or had some experience with the opposite sex, she longed to feel that touch, that fire that would bring her over. With masked interest, she listened as they spoke of their "adventures," She envied them.
Marriage was hard enough since no one seemed good enough for her, as her parents always said. No, she must have someone who knew the struggles that she would face when she became Queen. It didn't really matter to her. But she soon became thankful for that when she first saw Nikil. True, she never got a word in that day, or even when he came to the palace for peace talks. But it was the way he carried himself that made her knees trembled. His voice echoed in her ears as he conversed with her parents. His eyes would sometimes drift over to her face, and Serenity would blush, hiding her face behind her handkerchief.
At that meeting, she knew they could never be since she heard of his engagement to a princess whose identity had been hid by her overprotective parents. She could be ugly for all they knew and Nikil was taking a huge risk saying yes to the proposal. And that made him seem even more irresistible; a man who cared more for the well bring of his country than the looks of his queen.
After that, she envisioned herself by his side, grinning to the masses as they pelted them with flowers and gifts. And the children they would have. Her blue eyes and his dark hair. She hoped, in her dreams, that they would get his olive coloring than her white-as-alabaster skin tone.
But now, all that was swept away with the wind as she found herself in the arms of a man who could've been her brother-in-law. Related by blood, forever bound to each other.
With her arms above her head, Endymion grabbed her face, kissing it hard and fast. Lowering her hands, she encircled his neck, bringing him closer to her. He saw the move as permission and ripped away the sheet, her body baiting him.
The moment of change was coming in seconds and Serenity wanted it. All she was, all she knew was down to this one point. Then her guilt pulled at her. Her kingdom, all of it, she was betraying them by this act. Then there was the other thing. He would toss her out when he got what he wanted.
"I can't!" she tried to shove him away but he stayed where he was. Shaking her by her shoulders until she stopped, he positioned himself, ready to take her.
"Endymion, stop!" she punched his chest, hoping the knock the wind out of him.
"Serenity," he barked. She didn't want to look at him, but she knew she had to.
And when she did, it was the worst mistake ever. He plunged into her in one swift move, bringing screams of pain out of her mouth.
Knowing this was going to happen, he silenced her with a soft kiss, one she never thought he would give. He didn't stop though. With deep thrusts into her body, he growled in her ear when his head fell beside hers. She squeezed his neck even more as the pain receded and pleasure waved over her.
Not caring about holding it in, she moaned, sometimes his name when he went deep enough.
"Oh, god, Serenity," he groaned when she squeezed him. Right she didn't care about who he was, who she was. Right now was what mattered. Just the two of them.
So pretty the night was. Dark, too beautiful to show how wound up the young princess was, her head tossing in pleasure but her heart crushed with pain as realization hit her. No way back, can't change what happened. What will she do? And if a child resulted in this blissful union? Could she bring herself to keep it, let alone raise it with the man who destroyed her life in the middle of night when all seemed right with the world?
Too beautiful beyond words, thought Endymion as he watched the childlike goddess sleep, her face towards him. Tucking back a tendril of blonde silk from her cheek and behind her ear, he breathed out a sigh of satisfaction. The moment he had been dreaming about during the days she was here was coming true.
Tired from the not-so-forceful-struggle she put up, he awaited those glimmering blue eyes to pop open and look at him. Hoping against hope, hate might not be there when realization of what happened would dawn on her. But he knew what he wished for could never exist. Wife of Prince Endymion, she would never be. Queen of her and his land, she would never say yes to. Only this moment, these few minutes was all he had.
The years past made him into a hard, cold man, so not even that thought could make a mere shadow of a tear fall down his face. No, tears for man like him would by no means make an appearance on his person. No, he was far too distant from who he used to be to share human attributes. A man his Serenity might not accept as a lover, let alone a husband.
With broken dreams tossing around in his mind like a torrent of pain, he slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to ruin the picture Serenity made with her body against the white satin sheets. Hugging her curves like a second skin, he grimaced as he realized that his hands would no longer graze her skin, setting it on fire with his fingers.
Unless she consented so, his being would stay away from hers from now on. The agony of the thought hurt him so, but to show weakness would bring his resolve down and along with it, his kingdom. Not only that, but he saw the pain in her eyes when they finally had fallen into sleep. He saw the betrayal she just subjected to. Plus, her virginity was taken outside marriage, a marriage that did not include him. Her honor was broken, even if it was known only to them. All her life she'd carry it, like a brand of 'whore' upon her skin.
Again, with pain, he hoped she might not think that way. But knowing Serenity, and her famous stubbornness, acceptance of anything having to do with him was impossible. That was one of the downsides to dreaming; no matter how much you wanted them, that didn't mean it will happen. Perhaps it's better this way, they both go their separate ways after he got what he wanted.
Yes, with their little 'adventure' he had forgotten his main goal from the main beginning. Oh, this girl will be the death of him.
Then, suddenly, she awoke. The sun peeked through the drapes, showering her form with its brilliant beam. Like a golden child, she sat up, taking in her surroundings as if they were new. Finally, her eyes spotted him and she still.
Serenity didn't know what to do. Images of what had occurred a few hours before was still lurking in her head. Covering the top of her body with the slipping sheet, she waited for him to speak.
"I expect to see you downstairs for breakfast in one hour," he spoke, emitting no emotion in his voice or his face. What now? Should she listen to him, or disobey and act like whatever happened between them played no difference to the opinion she had of him since the beginning?
Slowly, like a lion, he swaggered towards her. Though his body was sheathed in a sheet, his desire for her was made no secret as he got closer and closer. Time stood still as he outstretched a hand and caressedher cheek in the most loving manner that it almost shocked her. Bringing his thumb near her soft mouth, he yearned to slip it inside and have her suckle it.
Barely a whisper slipped from her still-bruised lips when he shot out the door. Hearing his feet storm down to his room and the door slamming loudly, she knew she did something wrong. That or he knew she would never do that again, at least not with him.
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I'll admit, I wanted to write more, but seeing as how I got skool in the morning and I should at least load in a new chapter so as to give me more time to write the next one, I have to end it like this. Plz don't hate on this. Might not be my best. Gonna try to make the next chappy a tad more dark, with suicide included. Also, Endymion resorts to a not-so-nice decision when our little princess tries to escape again. hehe