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

Nightfall arrived swiftly, and Arabella approached her husband at his carving table. She pressed her form snugly against him, silently craving his focus.

"You still haven't given up, huh?" He inhaled deeply and paused his work.

"If I were someone who quit easily, I wouldn't be here with you now," her fingers tangled in his hair, gently tousling and teasing the strands.

"I can hold out a bit longer," he murmured, gaze fixed on the wood he held.

"But I don't think I can wait," she breathed softly.

Her sweet voice softened him even more. The vampire set aside the wood and tool on the desk, shifting his posture so she could settle easily onto his lap.

And settle she did, positioning herself between him and the desk, claiming every ounce of his attention as she gazed into his diamond-like eyes.

For a brief while, they simply watched each other's features, their warm breaths mingling together.

Yet mere seconds into that silent stare-down, Silas surrendered, pressing his face into her neck.

"This isn't fair," his arms encircled her, holding her fully captive.

"What part isn't fair?" she whispered into his ear, twisting her hips against his lap.

"You're doing this just for me," his grip tightened, restricting her movements even more.

"Even if you're completely wrong," with her waist secured, her lips turned to weapons, tracing his ear, "What's wrong with me acting for your benefit?"

His breaths grew rapid as one arm released her waist and moved to her neck, undoubtedly aiming to halt her lips from further mischief.

"You might not be prepared yet," he whispered back into her ear, matching her intimacy.

"I'm sure I am,"

"Oh... how I wish I could peek into your thoughts," his hands cupped her cheeks.

"No, you don't," she denied, holding his stare without flinching.

"You're right, I don't want that," he laughed lightly.

Arabella tilted forward, laying her head on his shoulder, baring her vulnerable neck directly to his mouth.

Silas paused briefly before rising from the chair, lifting her with him as he carried her toward their bed. Throughout, she clung tightly to him.

He placed her down with utmost care and loomed above her, drinking in the glow in her eyes. Searching for any trace of doubt or remorse... Yet Arabella showed none.

Instead, she arched her neck toward him even more.

His face drew near, his warm breath first caressing her skin in gentle waves.

She closed her eyes momentarily, and when they fluttered open, Silas' fangs gleamed, lightly brushing her delicate neck.

"Please, do it," she urged softly.

Taking her plea seriously, the vampire drove his fangs deeper into her than ever before, revealing the depth of his thirst for her blood.

Each lap and drop from her veins pulled at the finest threads within her.

Gradually, her hold on his vest weakened with every sip of her vital essence he drew.

But just as darkness crept at the edges of her vision, he yanked his fangs free for a vital gasp.

His chest heaved wildly, "I've missed this so much!" he growled, "I've craved your taste, my love,"

The red stain on his lips struck her as a stunning beauty she hadn't known she yearned to witness.

For that glimpse alone, as if doubting its reality, her hand rose weakly to trace a light streak across his lips with her finger.

"Your turn,"

Silas sat up while keeping her pinned between his thighs. Without hesitation, he grabbed his dagger, sliced his palm neatly, and offered it to her lips.

"Open for me,"

He pressed out every drop from the open gash, lowering his hand so the blood flowed straight into her mouth until her lips met his skin.

Her eyes ignited instantly, focus sharpening beneath his watchful eyes.

Arabella rose from the bed and looped her arms around his neck once more, murmuring, "Please, take more,"

Silas bent close but began with kisses and licks on the very spot he'd bitten earlier, now freshly healed.

"Please...,"

He didn't make her plead again and thrust his fangs back in.

The surge of fiery sensations coursing through her hit even harder than before, every nerve screaming for deeper intensity.

As the world's edges softened anew, Silas pulled back once more, repeating the ritual with his dagger.

But this time, as his lips approached her neck, Arabella halted him, locking eyes with piercing clarity and a firm voice, "There's something different I want to try tonight,"

Curiosity didn't linger long; her hand glided down his chest, beyond his belt, to rest boldly on his groin.

The sharp exhale he let out deserved to be relished, "You never fight fair, do you?"

"I swear I'm not toying with you," she shook her head, grinding it back against the pillow below.

Still, her hands roamed until he captured one, "Isn't it too early after... all that's happened?" he questioned softly.

"Talking and seeing you today made me see that if I don't seize it now... it'll always feel too soon,"