The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE -

It's late into the night and despite the multiple dives, I am no closer to reaching where the chupacabras are coming from and my body is demanding rest.

I reach home pretty f*****g defeated and exhausted, with Jose saying I needed to regather my strength before trying again.

The pressure in the depths of the water was pretty intense, too. I know I'm close and I know it's there. I just need to find it...

I head upstairs, reaching for the handle of the door to the room she's in when I close my eyes and turn away, heading to the room across the hall.

Having dinner with her made me realise I won't have her around for much longer. It kind of hit f*****g hard.

Since she came, I have felt emotion, felt at peace and enjoyed moments of actual enjoyment.

I shower slowly, letting the cold water trickle down my body. There is hot water in this place, but I still prefer the.cold.

I need to try something more drastic. What lures a chupacabra out... should I lie in waiting until one appears for me? I sigh as I finish washing and step out of the bathroom, towelling myself dry.

My mind wanders to Hugh who hadn't found anything in Dad's belongings regarding the Ash Stone. But he had found a book on mythical creatures which, although may not be completely legitimate, it might contain some answers. I had asked him to bring them tomorrow, 'and when he does I will ask him about what Haala had said.

Haala... she had another daughter she kept hidden, kept herself hidden out of fear... I sigh.

I don't want anyone on my island or on any of my land to think they are in danger. How do I show them that I will not abuse them, that it is my duty to keep them safe?

If I had a Luna, like Kataleya- stop.

I groan as I pull on some fitted navy boxers, thinking of Luis' ranting on the phone this morning.

The cabrón... does he really think I need him that much?

I will deal with him after the summit.

Frowning, I dry my hair vigorously before tossing the towel down and glance at the time.

It's nearly three in the morning... I feel a little hungry.

Perhaps there are leftovers from earlier. The food was delicious.

I leave the room and silently make my way down the hall when I freeze. The smell of something deliciously sweet reaches my nose. I sniff the air, icing and glazed cherries? Is it that dessert she made last time?

I didn't have any at dinner. I speed up and enter the kitchen, stopping in my tracks at the foot-long chicken sub that is sitting on the counter, along with a plate of the cherry bakewells she had made. Yeah, weird as f**k name. Then there are also two tumblers. One was clear, revealing that it contains a milkshake inside.

I take the lid off the second one, it contained a hot drink.

There's a small piece of paper on the counter and on it are written the words: I made a little something in case you are peckish.

Now that's the kinda girl you make your wife and mate.

I sit down, reach for the sub and take a bite out of it.

It's fresh and cool... I glance down the hall.

She had put this stuff out when I got back or the bread wouldn't have tasted so fresh...

I glance to the side when I pause mid-chew as I look at the prosthetic that sits on the counter.

She really won't stop until I accept this, will she?

"Why were you not asleep?" I ask, knowing that although I cannot sense her right now, I don't think she's gone. She's lurking somewhere in this kitchen.

I hear a small gasp and turn to see her peer out from the side pantry.

"I couldn't sleep..." She blushes as she shyly steps out, looking away from me.

Oh yeah, I'm only in boxers, not that she's in much more... instantly my gaze dips to her body and it suddenly feels a thousand times fucking hotter in here.

"Why, was it too hot?" I remark.

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She's wearing a ruffled crop cotton floral night top with matching shorts, and neither does the top cover much or support anything as every move she makes, makes those tits bounce and nor do those shorts cover her thighs.

There are tiny cherries printed all over it and when she rubs her arm, squeezing her breasts together, can see the hint of the underside of her breasts from under that tiny flowy top. It seems that some sentences in this chapter require you to read the complete chapters on J (o) b n i b.com in order to avoid an incomplete reading experience. And now I won't be able to fucking sleep because I'll keep picturing the sexy doll before me.

"No, not really...

I take another bite, not replying. She walks over to the table and runs her fingers along the prosthetic. "You should put it on before eating," she urges.

"You are so pushy, it's irritating." I frown. "Like an -annoying mother or wife." 2

She giggles. "Sometimes we have to push a little. I'm sorry for nagging... but please?"

For Goddess's sake. I place the sub down, grab the bionic limb and put it on. She reaches to help me but with ease I adjust it, watching the wires disappear into my arm before I flex it, and pick up the tumbler containing the milkshake.

She watches me happily and I cock a brow as I take a gulp and lift the sub with my other hand. Yeah, this shit is weird.

I place the glass down, motioning for her to sit down." Don't just stand there, unless giving me an excellent image of your breasts is your intention."

Her eyes widen before she quickly takes a seat opposite me, and I smirk as her breasts bounce.

"Nice view..." I add before looking down, remembering I can't risk something happening again. I frown in irritation, hearing her heart rate quicken.

"Did you find anything?" she asks me quietly as I slide both drinks towards her. She smiles at me softly taking the milkshake. Fuck she's cute and sexy.

I had mentioned the chupacabras to her before I left earlier in the evening, and the mention of them makes me frown even deeper.

"No, but I am sure they are entering through the water, through a crack as I already said and I stand by it. I just... no matter how deep or further down I go towards that place, I feel the power but I can't see anything..." I frown as I glance up at her, where she's watching me with a sharp expression on her face." These fuckers need to be taken care of before I lose another life. I was so determined I'd find the source, r dove deeper, carrying a couple extra tanks, but nothing."

She's silent, her eyes glimmering pink. "Where the Hawksbill turtles feed, search for the coral reef." I frown as I stare at her and she blinks, frowning ever so slightly.

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"What was that?" I ask, picking up on her racing heart as she places a hand on her shoulder.

"I saw it... the fissure, the crack between our worlds... I saw something that disrupted the turtles..."

I observe her. Did she have a vision? Just how much can this woman do?

"The island and seas are full of coral reefs."

"But are there many with Hawksbill turtles surrounding it?" she asks. "I recognised them. They are an endangered species."

"So instead of simply following in the direction I am sensing the power, I should search for coral reefs filled with the Hawksbill turtles..." I ponder as I slide -my plate aside and pick up a Cherry Bakewell.

Well, I popped her cherry... and she looks like a sexy cherry I want to devour all over again... I guess I like cherries... but I'll settle for these Bakewell tarts for now. I smirk at my own thoughts. 2

"Yes,

" she says as I reach over and brush a strand of her hair back slowly, our eyes lock and that tension returns. Her eyes soften, full of emotions I don't want to see and I quickly remove my hand and finish my tart. "Well, I'll take that approach... you really are full of surprises," I remark as she bites into a Bakewell tart, looking f*****g fine.

She simply smiles. "You have no idea." To my surprise, she winks one of her gorgeous eyes at me and I feel my heart rate speed up a little.

I smirk in response, "I already have learned a few.... I'm sure I'll learn a few more soon enough."

She giggles. "I'm sure you will."

I look over at her, wondering what talent she possessed to always ensnare me in a conversation? You really are a diosa.