Vampire Prince III

Chaos swallowed and cleared his throat. He returned his gaze to her. He bridged the gap between them with short but deliberate steps. As he approached her, he took a deep breath and extended his hand in the hope that she would accept it and forgive him for what he had done. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. But it wasn't just your beauty that drew me in, princess. Call me strange, stupid, or insane, but I had the impression that I had known you for a long time."

Her exquisite phoenix eyes shone with reluctance, but she swallowed her fear and placed her dainty hand on his palms. An electric current seemed to pass through their bodies the moment their skins touched, igniting a spark of connection that neither of them could deny.

"Perhaps I'm going insane because I felt the same way." She muttered under her breath, shocking Chaos with her candor.

He took her other hand and interlaced their fingers. "Perhaps we've known each other in our past lives, and fate has brought us together again," he said, looking into her eyes. Just as he finished speaking, the moon broke through the clouds, spilling silvery light on the lake and creating a halo above their heads. Thousands of fireflies, each glowing like a gemstone, danced around them.

While their fingers were still intertwined, he experienced a series of flashbacks. It was as if he were watching a play in which they played the lead roles. 

He witnessed them meeting again for the first time, not in the lake but in a distant kingdom where she was the queen and he was her trusted knight. They fall deep and hard, but their love was never meant to be. He died defending her, only to have her take her own life in front of his grave with the sword he had used to protect her in the battlefield.

After that came a new series of flashbacks, each one taking place in a different life and other dimension but always culminating in the same tragic ending: he ends up saving her, and she dies by her own hands or someone kills her.

"Mate." they whispered, tears streaming down their cheeks.

It was no longer a question of who they were. The fact that they had finally found each other after what seemed like an eternity was all that mattered to them.

"I can't afford to lose you again," He swallowed the lump in his throat. With determination in his voice, he said, "We have wasted a number of chances before, but this time, we won't let it slip away. We might never have any chances left with us." 

Chaos brought her delicate fingers to his lips, laying soft kisses on her smooth fingers. "Marry me, Princess. I want to be with you for the rest of my life." 

Her eyes lit up like fireworks, and her lips parted in surprise. 

He spread his fingers behind her nape, urging her closer until his nose almost touched hers. Shutting his eyes, he covered her soft lips with his own. He must have died already and gone to heaven. He thought as he tasted the sweetness of her cherry lips.

She didn't respond at first, but he kept kissing her anyway. When she raised her hands, he thought she was going to hit him. She reached instead for his nape, as if to draw him in.

And when she finally moved her lips to reciprocate his efforts with equal ardor, he groaned and deepened the kiss. At that point, he knew instantly that she had finally agreed to marry him.

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Chaos woke up gasping for air. 

His eyes snapped wide open, and the ceiling of his dimly lit room inside the palace came into view. 

The dream that felt like reality faded into thin smoke until there was nothing left except the hollow emptiness in his chest. He groaned aloud as he came crashing back to reality, feeling disappointed, confused, and bewitched.

"It's just a dream," he mumbled under his breath, and yet, he couldn't remember what it was. 

Breathing deeply, he was able to slow his racing heart. And when his chest cleared again and his breathing returned to normal, he made himself recall the dream. As he painstakingly sought out the missing pieces, he furrowed his brow in concentration. To his wonder, he couldn't recall a thing, no matter how hard he tried. 

The unforgettable kiss was all he could remember. He swore he could still feel the warmth of the woman's soft lips pressed against his own.

He remembered the kiss, but not the woman. Her face remained a blur in his memory. But even though he couldn't remember her, his heart strangely did. 

"Weird." He mumbled, easing himself up on the bed until the cushioned headboard was pressed against his back.

"Chaos?" The sound of a woman's soft and sweet voice whirled him out of his burgeoning thoughts. 

He looked down on the woman lying on the bed and fondly smiled at her. "Go back to sleep, love." He whispered, pulling his fiancée's naked body close to his until her head rested on his thighs.