True Love

He looked so incredibly handsome in black pants, a white shirt, and a jacket made from the same material as my dress. His sandy was cut short, allowing me full access to his gorgeously rugged face. Soon, he would be king. I had a crown made for him, but he refused to wear it. At least not until after he proposed, and we were married. "Or I could help you out of it?" His strange eyes that exactly resembled mine danced with mischief.

At his words, my heart melted, and my fangs pressed against my mouth. "Do you think?" I wanted him. His lips, his blood. He already gave me his heart.

He let out a joyous laugh. "My dad and your mom would never forgive us."

"I guess." I held up the front of the dress so it wouldn't fall off my shoulders.

"Allow me," he said, pretending to be hoity-toity and coming to stand behind me, pulling on the laces.

I stuck out my tongue but quickly drew it back in my mouth. Dorian's playfulness was gone, his eyes trained on my naked back. He caressed me tenderly, o