Everyone has a hand print somewhere on their body – it’s exactly where their soulmate will touch them for the first time.
Your hand print is smack-dab in the middle of your stomach. It’s horizontal, palm starting on your right side, fingers stretching out to your left side.
You had tried to envision just what situation would cause such a gesture. Someone placing a hand on your stomach seemed a tad weird, especially if it was going to be someone you’ve never met before.
Like most people you couldn’t wait for the day you met your soulmate.
When your friends had begun to find theirs, it had caused your excitement to escalate at the thought of you being the next lucky one.
However, just yesterday, the last of your single friends had found their soulmate, calling you and practically yelling the news at you in happiness.
You’d gone to bed that night sad and woken up the same.
Though this sadness soon turned to frustration when you realised that you had no milk, having forgotten to buy some yesterday.
It was bucketing down rain outside, and while you loved rainy days, it just made your mood worse.
After getting dressed in jeans and the comfiest jumper you owned, you went to get your umbrella.
You can’t find it.
Seems about right. You think bitterly
Huffing a sigh, you leave your apartment and start the trudge to the convenient store two blocks away.
Everything looks grey and bleary, with no person or car in sight, not that you can see that far ahead in the driving rain.
Your arms are folded in a pathetic attempt to keep warm and within a minute of walking along the sidewalk your hair is soaked, hanging in clumps.
Your wet jeans are a whole new level of uncomfortable but they had been the only long pants you owned, you sure as hell weren’t changing into shorts.
Gritting your teeth to stop your shivers, you hunch slightly, glaring at the ground as bitter thoughts plague your mind.
Lost in your head, you don’t notice that you’re about to cross a side street, or the car that’s about to come pulling out.
All you’re aware of is being jerked backwards as a car zooms past.
Reflexively, your right hand has grabbed the forearm of the person behind you, while your left grabbed their bicep – very large bicep – your mind absentmindedly notices.
Your back is flush against their chest, which is somehow warm.
‘Oh my god’ you’re shaking from the cold and the realisation of what could have just happened ‘Thank you so much’
Twisting slightly and tilting your head up you lay eyes on the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
Like you, he’s soaked, blonde hair sticking to his forehead and water trickles down, around his stunning blue eyes and to his parted lips. You realise he’s staring at your hands.
Looking down, you do a double take, not at your hands, but his.
His hand is right where your hand print is.
‘Oh my god’ you repeat.
The stranger – your soulmate – seems to snap from his comatose state, dropping his arm and turning you to face him.
‘Are you okay?’
Worried hands hover over your shoulders and face as he scans you.
Love is blooming through you as you take in his face – then you’re hit with the realisation of just who is standing in front of you.
‘I’m fine thanks to you, Captain’
A small smile tugs at his lips, before he takes a deep breath and asks ‘Are you…Did I?’
Reaching down, you grip the bottom of your jumper and pull it up so the hand print is visible to him.
The blue, short sleeved shirt he’s wearing shows the two hand prints on his right arm clearly, exactly where you had grabbed him.
‘We’re soulmates’ you confirm softly.
The happiest grin stretches across his gorgeous face and you find yourself copying the gesture, letting go of your jumper as Steve steps forwards and wraps his arms around your waist, placing his forehead against yours.
‘I’ve been waiting on you a long time sweetheart.’
Steve’s parents don’t know he’s dating you, the daughter of the kingdom’s best baker.
Steve has kept you a secret – not in embarrassment, but in worry. He doesn’t know how they’ll react to your… lack of royalty.
Also, he wants to keep you to himself as long as possible – spend time with you without the whole kingdom watching.
Then one day, Steve’s parents tell him he has four months to find a wife.
He’s given the deadline because his parents want him to ‘put himself out there’ and find his true love – unaware he’s already found it.
Steve knows he doesn’t want anyone other than you, and so, without his parent’s permission – but with your father’s (Steve is a proper gentlemen after all) he asks you to marry him.
Of course you say YES.
You’re sweating bullets when Steve takes you to the castle to introduce you as his fiancee to his parents.
Steve keeps whispering reassurances in your ear
‘They’ll love you.’
‘Well if they don’t, it doesn’t matter because I do.’
So there you are, standing in front of the King and Queen as Steve tells them everything.
They’re stunned to say the least, looking at you both speechless.
Of course you both think it’s in anger.
Then next thing you know
‘Why didn’t you tell us sooner?’
‘She’s gorgeous!’
‘We’re so happy for you both!’
You and Steve are stunned and speechless now.
‘You’re… you’re okay with this? Both of you?’ Steve eventually asks.
‘Of course! Why wouldn’t we be? We just wanted you happy!’
Within an hour, the whole kingdom is buzzing in excitement with the news.
Michael would never tell you, but he kept track of your cycle. At this point he could basically smell it on you. The two of you had come home after a fancy dinner, and you were standing in the bathroom taking off your makeup. You felt him come up behind you and he helped you let your hair down, brushing his fingers through the strands gently. “You looked so beautiful tonight.” He said into your neck as he left gentle kisses along your soft skin. His hand ran down your arm and into the front of your pants, the other holding your hip to keep you steady. You didn’t have time to warn him before he was teasing your core.
You were especially sensitive during your cycle, hips bucking at the feeling of his fingertips on your most private area. He continued to tease you, fingers slowly circling your clit before he gave you what you really needed. His fingers easily slipped inside of you, your blood coating his fingers, and he moaned from deep in his chest. ”You’re so wet for me, angel.” He cooed. He teased you with slow, shallow thrusts before removing his hand from your pants and bringing it into your field of vision. You immediately felt your cheeks warm when you saw his fingers coated in blood.
“Michael, I’m-,“ you began to apologize, but he cut you off. Bringing his fingers to his lips, He sucked them clean in the mirror, making direct eye contact with your reflection. He groaned, “Mm, your blood tastes incredible mixed with your wetness, my love.” He all but ripped your pants off as he turned you to face him, setting you on the counter before falling to his knees. He devoured your cunt with mirth, licking up every drop of blood he could. It didn’t take you long to come, but that didn’t stop his selfish ministrations.
“You greedy slut, you’ve been keeping this from me for too long.” He growled against you, forcing three orgasms from you before finally easing up. Tears were running down your cheeks from pure overstimulation, and his relentless tongue had left you twitching at the lightest touch. Only pulling away when his mouth and chin were coated with your blood, He slipped your panties back on and wiped your tears away, kissing you. You moaned wantonly, tasting the copper of blood and the sweetness of your release. This would be the last time you were ever shy about your period.
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