Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Her senses had already started to blur with the intensity when she felt his hands on the threads that were holding her dress.

The cold wind touched her neck and she realized that he had already gotten rid of the button on her neck and now he was working on the lower part of the dress.

A few more twists and turns and her dress would completely fall from her body. Was she ready for that? His lips moved away from her lips and she gasped for air again but before she could react, he had already started giving her peppery kisses on her neck and collarbones that felt like a small jolt of electricity numbing her senses completely.

“If you want to stop me, do it now. Or I would not be able to hold myself back later.“ Did she want to stop him?

It was too late for the question as she could feel the wetness forming between her legs.

She could feel how he had become the drug that could finally calm her.

she felt it was so right, even if it was wrong.

His arms, his warmth, his lips felt just so perfect. Since she had already turned into a woman with filthy blood, what difference would it make if she would lose her virginity to the man who had always loved her, to the man whom she had always loved.

A tear escaped her eyes as she continued to stare into his deep and soulful eyes. If only, the world had not been this complex. If only feeling would have mattered, she felt herself breaking but at the same time melting to form a new her.

The emotions were overwhelming her. she knew that she would not be able to survive if she would refuse him.

Her body, her emotions were already betraying her. Before she could say a word, she felt his hot lips on her cheeks. He was kissing her tears.

He kissed all the tears that were on her face as he slowly moved towards her eyes and kissed them gently, tenderly, as if he was praying.

As if he was holding his pilgrimage, his every action had so much devotion in it, that she felt herself losing in it.

“Anne!” she could feel the pressure he had, as if he was on the brink of breaking apart. It was taking all his strength to keep his actions in control.

“Mmm, I am yours for tonight!” his lips were already on her neck kissing her when she nodded her head but his whole body turned rigid when he heard her. There was something amiss in her words.

But he let go of it.

Letting her go for a moment, he held her in his arms and the princess carried him on the bed.

The bed was softest as he placed her in the middle of the bed. Her body sprang a bit before leaning comfortably but her heart had already started running when he did not join her.

He was looking at her as if he was enjoying the visual feast. His gaze was packed with so much heat as if he was disrobing her from his gaze.

For some reason this felt more stimulating as her body started to burn.

His eyes lingering on her thighs that were out in the open due to the slit in her dress.

She held her dress tightly in her hands unsure if she wanted to cover her bare legs or not.

But before she could make a decision, she felt his hands on her dress.

In the next second, he pulled it tightly  and the dress tore from her waist.

He let go of the torn piece of cloth that fell on the floor. Her mouth felt dry as she gulped her own saliva thinking of what was going to happen next.

Her undergarment was the only thing that was covering her lower body now. This was the first time a man was looking at her in this condition.

Her hands itched to cover her legs but she knew it would be futile. Her legs clenched and tried to cover what was still hidden but she felt his warm hands on her thighs that spread her legs apart.

He hovered over her and leaned closer to her still putting his force on his elbows.

Keeping his one thigh between her legs, he started kissing her again.

He gave her a deep kiss that was tender and first but soon turned needy and passionate. She could feel that her soul was already leaving her body with just one kiss.

It was so damn demanding, so damn arousing, so damn hot! She was melting by it.

His hands started to play with the front part of her dress, finding the threads, he opened it and let it go.

Now her dress was hanging on her waist with all the other parts bare for him to see.

His hands moved on the two mountains that were standing erect teasing him. He held them, pinching her nipples and then molding them according to his wishes.

His hands were playing with them sensually and she felt her body melting. Her hands moved towards his hair and held them tightly.

Moving away from her lips, he stared at the mounds before leaning and kissing them.

The soft puppy kisses soon turned into sucking hard as if he was thirsty for ages.

He bit them and she gasped. But then he licked them softly as if he was soothing her but it was more painful.

She thrashed under his touches as she felt strange sensations and wetness under her legs.

Looking at her face that was losing control, he increased his pace and started sucking her and licking her harder and faster.

His other hand was repeating the same process with her other mound. Pressing her nipples between his index finger and thumb, he flicked it and then pressurized it with the same intensity.

While his other hands moved lower and lower until it was tracing the edges of her underwear.

“Anne, tell me how much do you love me?”