Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 618: Not soon enough

Night came along rather quickly where Arabella joined her husband at his carving desk. She then proceeded to smoosh her body against his as if demanding attention without a word.

"You haven’t given up, have you?" he took a deep breath and stopped his doings.

"Well, if I was the type to just give up, I would not be standing here with you," her hands locked on his hair as a target, softly ruffling and playing with it.

"I really can wait a while longer," he said, eyes still on the piece of wood in hand.

"But I don’t think I can," she whispered.

The sweetness of her timbre mellowed him further. The vampire dropped the wood and the tool upon the desk and swayed his body enough for her to sit comfortably on his lap.

And sit she did, right between him and his desk, effectively hogging all of his attention while staring into his diamonds.

For a good moment, they said and did nothing but observe each other’s traits, allowing their warm breaths to intertwine.

Although after a few seconds since the beginning of that staring contest, Silas capitulated, burying his face in her neck.

"This isn’t fair," his arms wrapped around her, trapping her completely.

"Which part of this isn’t fair?" she murmured into his ear while wiggling her bottom against his lap.

"You are doing this for my sake alone," his arms tightened their hold, further cutting her range of motion.

"Even if you weren’t so wrong," since her waist was locked in place, her lips became her weapon, running along his ear, "What is so bad about me doing something for your sake?"

His breathing quickened as one of his arms let go of her middle and traveled towards her neck, null doubt, to stop her mouth from causing more damage than it already had.

"You might not be ready," he matched her tone as he spoke in her ear.

"I believe I am,"

"Oh... I so wish I could read your mind," his hands went around her cheeks.

"No, you do not," she shook her head without breaking eye contact.

"No, you are right. I do not wish for that," he chuckled.

Arabella leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder, thus presenting her exposed neck right before his lips.

Silas hesitated for a short while before standing off the chair, picking her weight up along with himself and heading for their bed. All the while, the young woman just clung to him.

He laid her down very gently and hovered over her figure, just to admire the light in her eyes. Seeking a sign of reluctance or a hint of regret perhaps... But Arabella had none to offer.

On the contrary, she further exposed her neck to him.

His face came closer, bringing the warmth of his breath to brush soft strokes against her skin at first.

She shut her eyes for a second, and by the time they reopened, Silas’ fangs were already out, barely grazing her tender neck.

"Please, do it," she murmured.

The vampire took her words to heart and sank them in her deeper than he ever did before. A testament to just how big his craving for her blood was.

Every lick, every drop leaving her streams was like tugging at the thinnest of threads through her.

Little by little, her grip around his vest loosened with every bit of liquid life he syphoned out of her.

However, and right as the world grew dark around the edges, he ripped his fangs out at once for a dear breath.

His chest rose and fell so fast, "I have so missed this!" he grunted, "I have missed the taste of you, my love,"

The crimson painting his lips was the touch of beauty she never thought her eyes ever needed to see on him.

For that, for just a sense of it, as though believing it was nothing but a figment of her imagination, her hand managed to ascend and paint a faint line across his lips with a finger.

"Your turn,"

Silas straightened up while maintaining her body between his legs. Without a second thought, he picked up his dagger and slashed a clean cut across his palm before bringing it over her mouth.

"Open up for me,"

He squeezed every last drop while his wound remained open, lowering his hand as the fluid trickled right into her mouth until her lips kissed his skin.

The result was immediate as her eyes lit up, sharpening under his very gaze.

Arabella lifted herself off the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck again only to whisper, "Please, take more,"

Silas leaned in but started by kissing and licking that same area he had fed upon before. The very spot that had just healed.

"Please...,"

He did not wait for her to beg a third time and plunged his fangs right back in.

The rush of burning tingles that ran through her was just as intense if not more than the first, leading every nerve ending in her to agonize for more and stronger.

As the hard lines of the world began to blur once more, Silas halted for the second time to do that dance with his dagger all over again.

Except, that time around when his lips neared her neck, Arabella stopped him, staring through his soul, eyes sharp as a hawk’s and voice steady, "There is something else that I wish to try tonight,"

He was not left to wonder for too long as her hand slid down his chest, then further past his belt to end its journey right on his crotch.

That breath that escaped him in that moment was one to be savored, "You never play fair, do you?"

"I promise you I am not playing," she shook her head, rubbing the back of it against the pillow underneath.

Even so, her hands continued to wander until he took it in his, "Isn’t it too soon after... Everything that happened," he half asked.

"Speaking and looking at you today has led me to realize that if I don’t just do it... It may always be too soon,"