It's a little shorter this time..:) Enjoy..reviews please?
Chapter 3: Princess?
Upon entering the door my face was suddenly whipped by the cold wind. I looked around and saw that we are in a large balcony. Over looking the forest.
"I like it here." Belphegor announced and he pulled out some knives from his jacket and eyed them, atleast that's what he look like to me.
O-M-G. It's a trap. So he's gonna kill me after all, he just want to do it alone, without the help of his friends or whatever they are to him. I backed away from him and reached the edge of the balcony. I looked below, and almost fainted, we're atleast several stories high. Belphegor looked up at me and saw me with that panicked expression.
"Eh? What are you doing princess?" He asked with a handsome curiosity. How silly I am, he's gonna kill me and I still find him attractive. I did a mental calculation, Jump to death or be stabbed by this sexy prince? I choose the latter, I hate heights. I closed my eyes and said.
"Do it quick please." I hear his footsteps coming closer and I dared not open my eyes when I feel him right infront of me.
"If you say so princess. ~Ushishi."
How pleasant that weird laugh will be the last thing I hear. Then suddenly I felt his lips brush against mine and before I register what happened it's over. I opened my eyes and said.
"What the?"
"You told me to do it quick, if you want it longer don't hesitate to ask. Shishishi~" He said.
I'm staring at him with my mouth hanging open.
"I thought you're gonna kill me?" I asked.
"Why would I do that?" I can feel him frowning.
"But the knives…" I stopped talking when I saw his knives lay-out in the balcony table beside a metal polisher and a knife sharpener.
"I'm grooming them." He simply replied and walked towards the table. I followed unconsciously and sat beside him not daring to look at his face because of embarrassment. I watched as he "groom" his elegant knives one by one. His long fingers working on them with grace, I don't know what came into me but I reached out to his hand and run my index finger through one of his shiny knives.
"Beautiful." I whispered as I touched the knife's cold surface but I suddenly withdraw my hand when I realized what I'm doing. I should not fancy such things which is used for murder, but I can't help it, anything to do with the prince beside of me seems beautiful and radiant.
"No one touched the prince's knife without permission." Belphegor said.
"I-I'm sorry." I said for the 2nd time tonight.
"But since you're the princess I'll give you a special treatment." He runs the blunt edge of the knife through the back of my hand. It's cold and smooth, he took my hand and faced its palm and he then run the knife through my wrist, pretending to slash it. I shivered, whether in fear or in delight. He move the knife along my arms and into my elbow, up to my neck. My breathing became shallow as he did so. When the knife reach my cheeks he turned it that the sharp edge meets my cheeks enough to give me a shallow cut, my blood trickled slowly. My eyes widened at what he did.
"Belphegor." I said his name.
"Beautiful." It was his time to say the word. He then licked the blood of my cheeks. Again, shudder. I never realized that getting licked by a stranger will be this scary and thrilling. His mouth then move towards my lips and kissed me. Deeply and with hunger this time. His arms are wrapped around my waist so I did the effort of tangling my hands through his mess of a hair. O god, he tastes so sweet and well, wet. We fought for dominance until I gave up and he's all over my mouth. He then transferred his lips through my neck and he bit me. I moaned.
"Ushishi~ I never realized the princess will be this naughty." He said and that's it. Our make-out session is done.
"You're the mischievous one my prince." I smirked and gave him an inviting smile. But he only yawned and said.
"The prince is sleepy, the princess should sing him to sleep."
"But I don't know how to sing!" I exclaimed.
"The prince always gets what he wants. Ushishi~" He replied.
I rolled my eyes. But Alas, the prince indeed always gets what he wants. I hum him to sleep on his canopied bed and watch as his features turn calm and his breathing became shallow and regular. As I sleep with only my head resting on his bed, I wonder whether I'm really his princess or his toy peasant.