Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

"Wonder what he says!" by wonders, he meant making her poodle under his hands.

She was nothing against his strong techniques and experienced hands. She was already a mess when his hands started to massage her shoulders and gently moved down.

Her eyes closed and a blissful expressions filled her face and when he moved a bit lower, a moan escaped her lips surprising the soul out of her body.

She shivered even when the water was hot. Her body trembled under his touch.

'Shit!' that was gone too far and he knew that he should stop now. She was enjoying it way too much and he was crossing the line.

If there would have been another woman then he would have not thought so much. But this was hazel, she was so innocent and naive that he felt himself a villain when he realized that he was taking that innocent away when he would not be able to protect it when the time would come.

It would only be a matter of time when he would find his Bella. At that time her heart would break, but when he stared at her innocent face that was full of love. When he felt her emotions crossing through his body, he was not able to stop himself.

His hands moved unconsciously increasing the pressure at the right places. Hazel knew that he was just too good at it that she would never be able to say no to him.

Her hands that had already reached for the zipper of her dress trembled and then stopped.

But just when she was about to come out of the spell he had casted on her, his hands started working on her nape. Making small circled on it, he massaged them thoroughly and her eyes closed again.,

She started enjoying the refreshing feel and the feeling of getting pampered. When he splashed some water over her hair.

Taking the shampoo in her hands, he started massaging her scalp. His warm and soft hands started from the scalp, started moving slowly and intensely.

Later started to form in her hair but all she could feel was his touch. It was not normal touching at all but an art of seduction, he knew too well.

His hands held her hair and started to roam his hands from scalp to tips, playing with them and teasing them when she leaned on him further as if she wanted to have more of his touch. It was intoxicating and addicting.

He gulped as his throat ran dry. He felt as if the fire was burning her again. Adam's apple moved and then without waiting for her to respond he held her and moved.

His eyes blazed with desire as he looked at her back.  He had felt the tender swell of her skin and he would not lie he had grazed his hand there intentionally.

She was like a river swelled to make his mouth turn dry. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Her curves were beautiful, and everything about her was wrecked with innocence and purity. It was so damn blinding!

But it was not that he was the only one getting affected.

Hazel's throat ran dry as she looked at him. He had taken his shirt off and was standing there in only his pants and it was the first time to see a man like that. The most he had seen him was with a few buttons open sometimes and that was also enough for her to bleed her nose and now he was standing there nude.

"What happened, what are you thinking about that you are not able to hear me?" he asked as he looked at her dazed figure. He had already called a few times to tell her to move a bit so that he would clean the shampoo off her hair but neither she moved nor replied while her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

He wondered what was so special that she was so lost but when he raised his head, he only found a large mirror that was covering the ceiling where both of their reflections could be seen.

"If you want to see, you can see me directly, why do you need to look at the reflection?' he added when he noticed her blinking and finally coming back to her senses.

She was so dazed that she did not even hesitate or deny when he held her. He was expecting her to say that she would wash by herself but she did not, instead this was the first time she did not complain at all. So he was sure she did not hear a single word.

Her throat was so dry that she felt like she was lost in the desert while he was the only oasis she could find.

"I am not looking at you." 'I was looking at us. The pair that looked so perfect there.' she added in her head when he raised a brow but did not stretch it.

He could see that her face was still blushed but it was much better than before. He wondered if she would be flustered again when his hands would move south or had she already won her weakness.

"Bent a bit, so that i can wash your hair with water." she nodded this time and moved down when he splashed water over her hair and soon the bubbles and lather cleaned up.

"If i want to help you further, i have to get rid of this dress now." he muttered again as his fingers moved on her bare shoulders when she raised her legs high in the air.

The dress slipped up and the smooth and fair milky thighs were up in the open. As if indicating to him to wash her there first. She was sure that it would be enough of a challenge to send him away.

He was a lord. He would never wash the feet of another women, it would be against his dignity

"You are too demanding."