Thnx to all who sent in the reviews! When I was reading it over afterwards (wayyyy after loading it in the site) I realized that I write too many details. I mean, I might not be able to break the habit and bring it to a minimum, but if you decide to skip over paragraphs, I won't hold it against you; I tend to write a lot without even knowing that I am. You know, sometimes when you're sooo into the moment…
Anywayz, I also realized after this chapter that I didn't know how long I'll keep writing this story without resolving the plot and bringing a fairly good ending to you guys. So, to move things along, you'll soonfind out what it is Endymion is after(though, not in this chappy)… and plz try not to flame on it cuz my mind worked hard on the story, not on the "thing Endymion was after" so if it seems lame, no need to tell me cuz I already know it does. Hopefully, you'll luv the depth of the story ENOUGH not to notice the lame string that holds it together.
So without further ado…
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His mouth glided past her skin, making its way to her sensitive ear as she moaned his name in silence. Her fingers found his silky hair, gripping it in frustration. The sun had but a few hours until it rose to its full extent. The dark was tinted with pink and purple and played a game of shadows across the damp land as Serenity tossed and turned in her sleep. Her mind refused to leave the sweet embrace of the one she wished she wouldn't hunger for.
Sweat rolled down her body, sheets tangling around her delicate limbs and wrapping her in a knot of desperate need. Not knowing it to be a dream, Serenity gave herself completely to the whims of a shadow, a shadow named Endymion.
Regretfully, she popped open her eyes and looked around in mournfully at the lack of company she had just seen a couple of seconds ago. The dream dissolved and reality came rushing back to her. Plopping back onto her pillows, Serenity willed herself to sleep, but her mind would not go so easily, not when the man who haunted her slumbered a few doors away.
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Unbeknownst to Serenity, Endymion was having the same fitful dream as she. With his movements erratic, he knew he was going crazy. No female, no princess affected him so. Many came into his life, offering themselves for one night of free passion or as his wife, a position several noticed to be sorrowfully vacant. Yes, he was feared, but a king nonetheless.
Tried as they did to win his affections, his heart was forever bound to his Serenity. Fate might not smile kindly down at him, but that didn't mean he couldn't dream, oh and dream he did. Her golden tresses irked around in his head, her beautiful blue eyes saw into his lovingly, like they were actually in front of him.
Even now, as he lay dreaming, he thought of what they could've had, how they could've been. Hopefully, they'd have dozens of children, bright blue-eyed, dark haired children running around their feet, trying to best each other.
The castle was no longer gloomy but bright with the windows wide open, the sun shining endlessly through flowing curtains. With smiles galore, nothing seemed to matter anymore; nothing would if it were true.
The world, for all its troubles, looked as if it slept. The night gave its calling for the end of today and waited for tomorrow. With the wind curling around the lonely, everything was right with things, when the sun wasn't around to shine upon its light on unsavory things; things that needed to be explained, things that needed to be solved before it got even more complicated. Life was hard to comprehend, yet when the entire world closed its eyes, nothing mattered except the thought of tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Thoughts of getting out of theirs rooms invaded both of their minds, yet neither wanted to make the first move. Serenity, who had been the innocent princess all her life, felt the vast urge to creep into his room and show him just how 'innocent' she really was. Endymion, with malevolent smiles he shot to whoever crossed his path, couldn't get the thought of her soft, ruby lips out of his mind.
Pride, that's what stood in their way. (A/N That's a shout-out for those who reviewed our lovers as being too prideful to see what's in front of them.) Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be a feat possible of overcoming. His lust for the stubborn princess was festering within him, like a wound that would not close. He had to have her and winced with pain when he almost succeeded.
That moment, in the library, his dream was about to come true. Oh how he savored every look she gave him, every wisp of scent that wafted his nose when he buried himself in her hair. Unfortunately, that damned maid came in, announcing a guest that he had called on the day before. His memory had been lost when he'd entered that room; his princess luring him to his damnation. He would still feel the press of her breast against him and the tremble that went through her when he backed her up against the wall and groped her senseless.
Yes, she gasped in horror, but he didn't miss the flicker of pleasure in her face as she melted in his arms. With that as incentive, Endymion pursued the reluctant princess, roving her with his tongue and bringing her into a state of frenzy as his lips found her throat worth his attention.
He paid it no mind when Serenity fled the room the minute the maid came in. He would deal with her later. Soon, her mind would tear away from her; begging to bed him until the walls of the castle shook with her cries. An impatient man he was, but for her, he could wait for a lifetime. Yet, even forever had its limits.
With the sun a whisper away from rising, Endymion knew he had to do something or he would go mad with lust. Swatting away his sheets, Endymion stalked to his beauty's room. Pressing his palms on the door, he listened in. Her moans only confirmed what he already knew. She was ready.
Slowly, with the ease of a weasel, he crept in and closed the door until he heard the soft 'click.' Sauntering over to her bed, Endymion struggled with his breath. Spread out on the bed was the picture of an angel. With her golden hair splayed all over with her palms curled, facing the ceiling. Her legs, though clothed with twisted sheets, were bent, almost fetal-like. Her face was upturned a little, enough for the dark prince to see the anguish, the pleasure the princess was experiencing behind closed eyes. Dressed in a flimsy excuse for a nightie, it had hiked up to her thighs, producing a groan from Endymion. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her. Nothing could stop him now. Not her protests, not manners, not even the Goddess herself.
From the window to his right, he could see the moon peeking in. No, not even the Moon Goddess in all her ethereal glory could not stop him from taking the one thing that would sate his cravings yet bring about his destruction. Lying next to her on the bed, he caressed her soft face but moved away a little when she whimpered.
"No," she whispered. Tossing her head left to right, Endymion watched in anticipation.
If she did not wake on her own, he would have to do it by force. Pressing s kiss onto her quivering lips, he stared as her eyes popped open.
"Ahh!" but her scream was silenced when Endymion planted another kiss upon her, this time thrusting his tongue down so her cries would be muted.
Gripping her shoulders to him, he kissed his way down her throat, to her breast and back up again to her face where it had become wet with tears. Oddly enough, she had stayed quiet and still. It was as if the tears on her face did not seem to have appeared there without any help. But he could not be bothered by that.
She knew this was coming, knew it in the lilt of his voice would he would talk to her. She didn't know what to do except stay still. Her erotic dreams were still evident in her mind and couldn't help but feel relieved by Endymion's appearance in her room. If he hadn't shown up, she would've found herself in his room, doing the same as Endymion was doing to her. But it was her pride that held her back from making any move. Her mental battle had kept her so distracted that she did not realize Endymion towering over her, watching her.
"Are you afraid?" he asked her. But she couldn't tell what he meant by that. There was no mock, no menace in his voice; he was, as always, devoid of any emotion.
"No," she answer defiantly, yet inside she was trembling with fear.
"Then why are you lying still like you are about to be killed?" he growled in her ear when he leaned down, his cheek brushing hers. He nibbled on her ear, licking it swiftly like water. Her shrank back from the show of affection and turned her head away.
"Now's the time you choose to shy away?" he growled again, this time kissing her lips softly, yet urgently. He waited for her to move, to do anything that showed that she wanted him; wanted more.
In seconds, he got it. Serenity, though cursing herself for being so weak to his charms, opened her mouth and slid her tongue to meet his. He jerked back a little but recovered, completely covering her body with his. Holding both her hands above her head in one hand, he gripped her nightie, bringing it even higher than it already was.
Serenity whimpered as the realization of what was going to happen hit her. And yet, she didn't care. What did she expect herself to do? She was but a woman and a woman of her status got what they wanted; and right now, she wanted the man who held her life and her heart in his hands. Tonight, she didn't want him to let that go.
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SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE A NEW CHAPPY! I HAD A COLD FROM A SENIOR BOAT TRIP. Word to da wise, if a boy suggests going outside on the deck to "cool off," with no jacket on and the wind is literally pushing you from all sides, yea, SAY NO!lol
Any wayz. i was planning on writing more, but den dat would mean not loading a new chappy until tomorrow, so hope u enjoyed this installment and i also hope u guys are liking this ficcy.