Prologue

Venele was drowning herself with the liquors in the pub, alone. She was pretty mad with her dad for betrothing her to the known playboy of the business world, Gilmarc Ramirez.

Just as she downed her glass, someone towered beside her, handing her a glass of wine.

"A drink for the most beautiful damsel I have ever seen," the man said with a smirk plastered on his face.

Venele was too drunk to scrutinize the man so without saying a word, she took the glass and drank it straight then downed it. After that, she fumbled for cash and placed it on the table.

She stood up but lost balance, causing her to sunk her face on the chest of the man who gave her the drink.

"Easy, easy. You know... A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be out by yourself. Especially if you are drinking like this," he spoke.

Venele giggled as she tapped the man's suit.

"Thanks, Romeo but I can handle myself," she answered looking up at the man. Trying to compose herself, she slurred, "W-who are you, my b-beloved prince?"

"Michael. Michael Montealegre."

"Nice meeting you, Michael," she said with a smile before she passed out.

Venele woke up in a dark room with the need for something she cannot fathom.

"Goodnight, princess," the man beside her spoke.

His face wasn't visible because the lights are turned off but she knew it has a good physique. 'Michael' she thought hazily.

The man got up when Venele's hand tugged his, making him lean just inch away from her face. He was so close that Venele can smell his masculine scent. It was intoxicating her as an addict hooked on a drug.

She closed her eyes and whispered into his ear seductively, "You...you smell so good. I wanna take a bite."

"You are drunk Venele."

With her looks, it was apparent that she was wasted. She was sweating and trembling, slightly.

"Take me," she whimpers.

"What?" confusion was evident in his voice.

"Please, take me... now," she pleaded.

"No Venele," his curt reply as he looked at her eyes intently. The moonlight illuminated a bit of her face as he moved her in the corner of the bed. "You're drugged," he uttered.

She whimpered and tugged him, making his skin brushed hers. "I'll break if you are not going to take me." She took his hand to her womanhood as he gasped. "Devour me. Ravish me. Take me, please," She begged even more.

He was pained as his manhood throbbed inside his pants. Venele was about to beg again when his lips crashed hers. Her eyes shut as libido spread throughout her body, the same as his.

He savored the sweet taste of her soft lips, nipped it's seam, asking for entrance which she gladly gave. Their tongue entwined playfully as his hand cupped his breast from the outside of her dress. Heaving, they part. He tucked the stray strands of her hair drawing his lips to her neck, petting and nipping it.

She angled her head for him to have better access. He unzipped her dress and unclasped her bra. He took these off her in a jiffy.

Venele's hands unbuttoned his polo shirt. She touched his chest playfully and moaning endlessly with the pleasures he was sending all over her body.

He ravished her lustfully when his lips sucked her breast as his hand travel between her silky thigh. He touched her damped underwear, making her shiver. His manhood grew and throbbed more as pictures of her underneath him flashed in his head.

Excitement drew him to rip her underwear off from her. He kicked off his too. She was lying gorgeously naked beneath him, as him above her.

He crouched, his lips kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Spread your legs princess," he commanded which she gladly obeyed. He raised her other leg to his shoulder then he lowered down his head. He devoured her womanhood and she gasped with the pleasure he's giving.

His fingers toyed her clitoris as he made pleasure circles with his tongue. She moaned and moaned even more.

"Please... "

"Please what, princess?"

"Take me now please."

Without a response, he positioned himself for entrance. And in a swift movement, he was already inside her which made her cry and burrow her nails on his back.

He was astonished, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I-I thought... "

Venele shook her head, "I am fine. Please just do it."

He nodded, "I'll be gentle." Not waiting for a response, he moved inside her, making Venele whimper. He claimed her lips to quieten her while cupping her breast.

Later, the tingling sensation subsided and was replaced with a heavenly feeling. Venele's moans echoed in the room

"Harder, please."

In her cue, he moved faster and harder. She moaned and whimpered with her hands clung around his neck as he continuously kissed her neck, claiming her lips and cupping her breasts.

After minutes of heavenly sensation inside her, she felt something building up inside her.

She heaved, pulling him so much closer to her body. Venele lifted her hips pacing his every thrust. Of course, he knew that she was about to cum so as he. Thus, thrusting even harder, pounding her womanhood to the extent until they both reached their peak and released the fruit of their sexual desires.

He collapsed in her chest while she closed her eyes.

"That was ecstatic," he whispered.

"Hmmm?" she responded, tiredly.

He looked at her angelic face and for a moment there, his world seemed to stop.

"Nothing, princess. Goodnight," he muttered kissing Venele in the forehead.

She smiled with the tenderness of his kiss and dozed off in her slumber.