The Vampire's King Pet

Alexanderwalkedintotheroom,dressedinhisroyalwhiterobethatshimmeredfaintlyunderthesoftglowofthecandlelight.Hisdarkhairwasslickedbackneatly,revealingafacecarvedwithprecisionandpower—sharpjawline,highcheekbones,andlipsthatcurvedwithquietconfidence.Hismidnighteyes,deepandcommanding,scannedtheroombeforelandingonthefiguresittinggracefullyattheedgeofthebed.Serena.Heremerald-greeneyeslockedwithhis,stealinghisbreathforamoment.Theflickeringlightdancedacrossherskin,givingheranetherealglow.Herlonggingerhaircascadeddownhershoulderslikestreamsoffireandsunlightcombined,adornedwithdelicategoldenhairpinsthatshimmeredwitheverymovement.Shewasdressedinaflowingwhitegownthatmirroredhis—simpleyetenchanting,thefabrichuggingherforminalltherightplaces,makingherseemlikeadivinevisioncometolife.Forabriefmoment,Alexandersimplystared,unabletospeak.Then,almostreverently,hecrossedtheroomandkneltbeforeher.Hiscold,powerfulhandsgentlytookhers—smaller,softer,tremblingeversoslightly.“Youlook…”hepaused,hisvoicelowandrough,“…breathtaking.”Serena’scheeksflushedadelicateshadeofpink,herlipspartingslightlyasshemethisgaze.“Youalwaysknowwhattosay,”shewhispered,hertonebarelyaboveabreath.Hesmiledfaintly—thatrare,almostforbiddensmilethatsoftenedhisusuallystoicface.“Careful,Serena,”hemurmured,histhumbtracingcirclesoverherknuckles.“Ifyoukeeplookingatmelikethat,you’llmakemelosemyself.”Hereyessoftened,thecornerofherlipscurvingintoateasingsmile.“Thenloseyourselfmyking,”shereplied,hervoicecalmyetfilledwithunspokendesire.“loseyourself....Inme.”Alexanderdidn'thesitate.Herosetohisfeet,hishandscuppingherjawashisthumbbrushedagainstherlowerlips.Theireyesmetonemore-predatorand,darknessandlightbeforeheclosedthedistancebetweenthem.Hislipscrashedagainsthers,hungryanddesperate,asiftheworldoutsidenolongermattered,Serenarespondedwithequalpassion,herhandstanglinginhisdarkhair,pullinghimcloseruntiltherewasnospaceleftbetweenthem.