Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

[MATURE CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER. ONLY FOR 18YEARS AND ABOVE]

Rafael held Hazel in his arms as he walked to their room. After going together to catch the witch and burning half of the black market, her emotions and reckless bond to him had eased, but it was far from the start.

He knew that the path she had chosen was full of thorns and it was just the start. She was going to have much more trouble in the future.

From his time in the council, he had realized that men are not how you see them. The most affectionate person to you will lose you side once you will be endangered and rare stand by you when you need them,

Most are the fair weather friends who want you to give them favor and not the other way around like the witches that have seen the scene unfolding from a far and have only come to meet her when everything is over.

They were ot there to welcome her or because of concern to see if she was fine but to ask for things they needed from the deal.

He wanted to laugh and ask where they were when Hazel was on the verge of being killed?

He let the thoughts of those men and witches go out of his mind as he felt that he would lose his kill and suck them dry. But he had a promise to fulfill. He had his wife in his arms who needed more of his attention and care.

“I want you.” he declared as soon as he closed the door. His eyes were filled with passions and intensity that he did not need to explain what he was talking about.

His eyes were lingingering on her body like a hungry beast that would devour her. She raised a brow with a little tease but he was not in the mood to play games.

He wanted her under him, and he wanted that now. He left a low growl when she chuckled at him.

“Such impatience. Huh?” she asked as he threw her on the bed where her body bounced a bit before settling in.

He nodded, with dark rays flickering in his eyes,

“I couldn’t stay away…couldn’t get you out of my mind. The image of yours moaning and whether under me would not let me breathe”

She had felt it too, her body craving the attention that it had received for such a ragingly short time. They have only done it twice yet it feels that she was addicted to it. just washing herself had been enough to arouse the ache of longing that seeing him in such a state had made it achingly acute.

She quickly stood up and took a step forward, grabbed Rafael by his belt and pulled him into her arms.

His eyes drifted over her, and she stood quite still; her sky-blue, patterned gown that was torn from most of the side revealing her tanned arms and legs, her feet pushed into low-heeled sandals.

It was a look of summer, carefree and she’d carried it off, for she sensed that she bewitched him all over again; that the fall into passionately reckless claims upon each other was but a kiss or caress away.

The light from above them made her ash-blonde hair look like a crown, the thin fabric of her dress revealing those strong thighs that had kept him to her when they’d made love last time, the cut of her high-waisted panties to be clearly seen, whether she intended that or not.

He took the hand that had offered a caress to his face and kissed her passionately.

They were standing so close that she could feel the press of his hard girth against her belly, then the stroke of his hands to her thighs as the hem of her dress was lifted up and his hands stroked her thighs.

They rocked and pressed against each other, hesitated for an instant before succumbing to hungering kisses.

“You always seem to be impatient. That is what I like most in you!” she gasped, as he kneaded the hollows of her hips. Slipped his hands under her panties and began to push them down over her thighs.

She soon stepped out of them, looking at him with equally hungry eyes. Hazel was not a girl that shy away or showed embarrassment, she matched his rhythm and looked at him as if she was claiming him with her eyes.

She tugged on his belt and shared in the unzipping of his pants before she pulled them down to his ankles, slicked kisses to his thighs as he was made to step out of them.

His hands were in her hair and guided her claims upon him, had her breathe in the musky scent of his pre-cum, her warm wet tongue slicking over him as she was paying homage.

“It is time that i enjoy your mouth over there.,” she kissed, licking his trembling shaft and feeling him shudder as she paid his length, hungering for attention, one hand reaching down to fondle her mounds and press into her.

She met his look as he gazed down into her upturned face. He shuddered under the claims of her mouth and hands on him as she again took his girth in her mouth; and stroked him until it became a trembling boner that she’d have difficulty in taking fully into her mouth.

He couldn’t keep from groaning in pleasure, in response to her hungry claims upon him. ” couldn’t keep away…”

“Who had asked you too?” she asked back as she spoke while rubbing his girth with her soft and supple hands.

Though it was not the same, yet the intensity of her eyes were still making him shudder.

he groaned, tugging on her hair.

She was wild and rough just how he liked her., her throat deep and she artfully worked him, her look upon him questioning.

I will be the one on the top this time!”