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kissing her most intimate places, are engrained in my head, causing my cock to ache with need.
It’s been nearly two weeks since I had sex. Two weeks of sleeping chastely next to Amelie’s tight, delicious body. Two weeks of feeling the warmth of her smile. Two weeks of letting someone see me for the very first time, and not being afraid of the rejection. Laughing heartily at her corny jokes. Listening intently as she tells me stories of her old neighborhood and growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. Teaching her how to play chess, and in turn, her teaching me how to play Gin Rummy. Watching her delicate eyelids flutter as vivid dreams of me visit her subconscious.
I smile.
Because for the first time in nearly two centuries, I have found happiness.
I thought it was that feeling I got whenever business was spectacularly good. Or the sensation I felt during amazing sex. I even thought I had achieved it when my father agreed to let me run all Gulf Coast operations, allowing me to prove to him and myself that I was more than a spoiled royal brat.
I was wrong. Amelie is my happiness. Being with her, knowing her, letting her know me, is the epitome of bliss.
“What’s with the crazy eyes and serial killer smile?” a sweet, playful voice asks. “You plottin’ on me?”
I look over just as Amelie crosses the room towards the bed, wearing nothing but a navy silk sleep shirt that stops right at the middle of her shapely thighs. I do everything in my power to force my eyes up to her face. Holy fuck. Is she trying to kill me?
“Well, if I told you, I’d have to kill you,” I jibe, hoping to mask the longing in my voice.
Amelie kneels on the bed, drying her damp hair with a towel. “Hmmm, those are mighty big words for a pretty boy prince,” she retorts. “Don’t forget - I’m from Ninth Ward, buddy. I can and will kick your ass.”
We both break into guffaws at her ridiculous comment. I sit up, bringing our bodies closer together, and stilling all laughter. Our gazes collide for long, silent seconds before Amelie looks away, a scarlet blush painting her cheeks.
“Don’t you find this kinda … weird?” she asks quietly.
“What’s weird?”
“I don’t know,” she answers with a shrug. “One day, you’re ready to murder me and I’m hating you, and the next it’s … different. Like it’s easy and casual and fun, and I actually find myself looking at you as a decent guy, and not some monster. Because to me, now that I know you, you’re not. You’re nothing like I expected.”
“Well, what did you expect?” I ask, tipping my head to one side.
“Crazed, soul-sucking lunatic that just goes around screwing anything on two legs and killing without a second thought?”
A few weeks ago that assessment would have probably been spot on. I don’t have the heart to tell her.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I’m not disappointed,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m relieved. Be kind of a buzz-kill to be sleeping next to some demented murderer. Talk about awkward.”
I flinch and my mouth pulls down into a grimace before I can stop myself. Those amber irises pick up on the switch in my expression immediately, and Amelie frowns. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I reply, with a stiff shake of my head. I can’t meet her eyes. It’s in those depths that I am the most vulnerable, the most honest.
“No, it’s not nothing. Come on, Niko. You’ve asked me a million questions and I’ve answered them all truthfully. Now if I’ve said something to offend you, you have to tell me. I don’t want you smothering me in my sleep or something because you’re pissed at me.” She offers a small smile, but I don’t return it.
“I’m not going to hurt you, ok?” I snap. “I told you that. So just drop it.”
Amelie reels back, confusion and hurt darkening her face. “Whoa. Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It was a bad joke.”
I shake my head again and look
It’s been nearly two weeks since I had sex. Two weeks of sleeping chastely next to Amelie’s tight, delicious body. Two weeks of feeling the warmth of her smile. Two weeks of letting someone see me for the very first time, and not being afraid of the rejection. Laughing heartily at her corny jokes. Listening intently as she tells me stories of her old neighborhood and growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. Teaching her how to play chess, and in turn, her teaching me how to play Gin Rummy. Watching her delicate eyelids flutter as vivid dreams of me visit her subconscious.
I smile.
Because for the first time in nearly two centuries, I have found happiness.
I thought it was that feeling I got whenever business was spectacularly good. Or the sensation I felt during amazing sex. I even thought I had achieved it when my father agreed to let me run all Gulf Coast operations, allowing me to prove to him and myself that I was more than a spoiled royal brat.
I was wrong. Amelie is my happiness. Being with her, knowing her, letting her know me, is the epitome of bliss.
“What’s with the crazy eyes and serial killer smile?” a sweet, playful voice asks. “You plottin’ on me?”
I look over just as Amelie crosses the room towards the bed, wearing nothing but a navy silk sleep shirt that stops right at the middle of her shapely thighs. I do everything in my power to force my eyes up to her face. Holy fuck. Is she trying to kill me?
“Well, if I told you, I’d have to kill you,” I jibe, hoping to mask the longing in my voice.
Amelie kneels on the bed, drying her damp hair with a towel. “Hmmm, those are mighty big words for a pretty boy prince,” she retorts. “Don’t forget - I’m from Ninth Ward, buddy. I can and will kick your ass.”
We both break into guffaws at her ridiculous comment. I sit up, bringing our bodies closer together, and stilling all laughter. Our gazes collide for long, silent seconds before Amelie looks away, a scarlet blush painting her cheeks.
“Don’t you find this kinda … weird?” she asks quietly.
“What’s weird?”
“I don’t know,” she answers with a shrug. “One day, you’re ready to murder me and I’m hating you, and the next it’s … different. Like it’s easy and casual and fun, and I actually find myself looking at you as a decent guy, and not some monster. Because to me, now that I know you, you’re not. You’re nothing like I expected.”
“Well, what did you expect?” I ask, tipping my head to one side.
“Crazed, soul-sucking lunatic that just goes around screwing anything on two legs and killing without a second thought?”
A few weeks ago that assessment would have probably been spot on. I don’t have the heart to tell her.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I’m not disappointed,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m relieved. Be kind of a buzz-kill to be sleeping next to some demented murderer. Talk about awkward.”
I flinch and my mouth pulls down into a grimace before I can stop myself. Those amber irises pick up on the switch in my expression immediately, and Amelie frowns. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I reply, with a stiff shake of my head. I can’t meet her eyes. It’s in those depths that I am the most vulnerable, the most honest.
“No, it’s not nothing. Come on, Niko. You’ve asked me a million questions and I’ve answered them all truthfully. Now if I’ve said something to offend you, you have to tell me. I don’t want you smothering me in my sleep or something because you’re pissed at me.” She offers a small smile, but I don’t return it.
“I’m not going to hurt you, ok?” I snap. “I told you that. So just drop it.”
Amelie reels back, confusion and hurt darkening her face. “Whoa. Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It was a bad joke.”
I shake my head again and look
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