The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 317: A moment of weakness - I

"Genevive," he was the one to break the silence, "what did you do? What have you done?"

I gulped. Tightly closing my fists, I exhaled loudly before replying, " I am doing what you wanted. You told me that you wanted to.." what was the word?

"To.. um..." it’s at the tip of my tongue that I could not remember what it is. What did he say it was?

He scoffed. "You cannot even remember what the word was yet you want me to believe that you want what I want from you."

With a sigh, he turned around and entered the room, his eyes never leaving mine and wavering away down further from my face.

I gulped again and small goosebumps erupted on my skin, making me fold my arms in front of my chest.

Something was happening that I did not want him to say.

"What is it that you want me to do to you? With you?" He slowly walked towards me, like a panther who knew his prey was not going to outrun him.

"Wh-what?"

"Do you want me to touch you," he whispered in my ear as he walked around me. "Do you want me to love you?"

Love me?

Was that not all I wanted? Someone to love me unconditionally and not because of what I was bringing to the table. Someone who was not obligated to feel or make me his wife because of a treaty or because I had a crown on my head.

Nothing that mattered to Tristan. Ge was the king of another country, much more powerful to all as humans and not to mention there was nothing he could provide to Melenmore out of obligation.

"Do you?" His lips touched the shell of my ear and it tingled. My womanhood tingled.

"Yes," I whispered, my eyes down cast. Somehow, somehow it did not just feel right admitting to it. The blush took over my cheeks and spread to my neck, heating the skin up.

"Hm," he hummed and I breathed in deeply at the sound so close to me.

He was so close that I could almost feel his warmth even though he was cold.

Tristan stepped closer and I held on to my elbows tightly. " Why should I touch you, Genevieve?"

My eyes opened at his sudden question. Where did that question come from? Did he not want to touch me now? He was the one who had expressed his desire to me.

He stared into mine. "I wish to touch someone who I love and who loves me back. I will only touch my beloved but when she agrees, from the bottom of her heart, says that she loves me and not out of fear, but out of her affection and feelings for me. Something you cannot do. Because of various factors that weigh heavily on the situation, you could never tell me that you love me."

He smiled stiffly, "I shall send in someone to help you with your clothes."

He stepped away from me, making me jolt forward and grab onto his wrist.

"I do love you. As much as I can, from the bottom of my heart, I do love you, Tristan. The fear," I breathed out hurriedly, "it’s always going to be there. It’s because of who you are. The strength that you possess, the strength that can give me anytime you want with a snap of your fingers. How am I to ever let go of that fear?"

I gulped, looking down. "We can never be at par. Given the strength you have yourself and the strength you have with the army of vampires. This fear is always going to be there."

He shook his hand out of my hand before he held my face in his hand. "My Queen will never have anything to fear from anyone, even me. Do you know that the most powerful piece of chess is the Queen herself? You are going to be the most powerful person in this kingdom, Genevive, you already are. You just do not realise."

I chuckled, shaking my head no. "they all hate me for what I’ve done."

"they’re angry, yes, but they do not hate you." He brushed his thumb repeatedly on my cheek. "but you must understand that it is because they care for you. They were angry because they never thought you would do that to them."

I swallowed thickly.

"Can I kiss you, Genevive?" He rasped out and on looking up I found that his eyes were on my lips.

"Yes," the whisper left immediately.

His lips brushed against my lips, so sinfully and dark that my stomach dropped. L

He gently leaned in, pressing his lips to mine before they gradually moved. So slowly that I felt like he was savouring the test of them first.

He took in the upper lip, biting into it before sucking on it. He soothed the burn of the bite.

I gasped when he let it go, only to hold onto the lower one and make my knees buckle.

There was something different about this kiss. Apart from love, I felt something else.

I felt lust.

Parting away from him felt like something that ripped my soul away from my body. Yet I needed to breathe.

He sighed heavily. "I don’t like human delicacy. So delicate, you need it to breed after such a small kiss."

I smiled, "they say you can hold your breath longer over time."

"They can?" He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in those red eyes. "Well then, I must prove it true to myself."

We chuckled and he brought our faces close to kiss. I closed my eyes, willingly accepting the loving kisses when his touch was ripped away.

Unable to feel his presence, I opened my eyes only to see him huddled in a corner, behind a sick curtain. He was hiding, I realised. But from what?

"Tristan?" I stepped closer to him yet maintained a respectable distance. "What happened?"