Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

Beautiful she was utterly beautiful and enchanting every time he saw her and these days it was becoming difficult for him to control his urges to have her in his arms and have his way with her.

But right now, when she was standing in front of him with just her underwear on, the beast in her was being so content yet restless. He found himself on the edge. He knew that he should leave, he should not have entered in the first place, he could not betray his bella. But he had no control over his mind and body and before he knew it, he had already entered.

A fierce longing both emotional and physical pounded through him, making his body roar to life. He raked his gaze over her, feeling a strange kind of satisfaction and hunger to devour her at the same time and surprisingly he did not feel like he was betraying Hazel.

As if she had bound him and he could not leave the shackles she was bounding him in, no it was more like he did not want to leave. If any, he wanted to move closer, hold her and take her then and there.

Her every line, every curve was making him crazy and bringing the sleeping monster of him alive.

And the kiss.. .he just came and erupted with just a kiss. Since when has his control become this week? The lust was creeping over him. He wanted to touch her and do much more for her. This kiss was just the start.. Start of a long event they are going to spend on bed together.. And she needs to shed more of her clothes.

His large powerful hands had already covered her whole petite body, she felt the kiss was taking the soul out of her body. The intensity he had.. The dominance that did not demand complete control but expected it and had it. She felt herself getting drawn to him like a small piece of iron to the magnet.

She has loved him since a long ago, his charm had worked on her like on any other woman. She could understand why Diana and Charlotte could not keep their eyes away from him. This vampire was oozing and walking seductive pills that make you crazy yet she had always controlled her urges to touch him.

She had always behaved like she had no interest in him no matter how hard it was. But now that he was standing here, she was finding her resolve crumbling down.

Just what happened last night that she had lost all her control. Whenever their eyes meet, she sees nothing but both of them on bed entangled with each other without clothes but only a layer of sweat covering their body and that was making her knees go weak.

If she would not touch him, she would go crazy. Lust wasn't a word that would describe her strong feelings. It was more desperation. She was desperate for his touch as if she would die without it.

As if she was drawing for a long time and he was the only straw she wanted to hold on.

Yes, she was absolutely desperate to tear the rest of his clothes and bring her on her bed. To give in to her urges and let him take her. She felt an emptiness in her body that she knew that only he could fill it up. Her whole body was shaking with that thought.

So when his hands reached to the claps of her bra, she did not stop him but invited him more with the soft and enticing moan that her lips left while getting rid of his shirt in the meantime.

He growled, an animalistic sound that she never knew came out of his perfect mouth. She felt great that he was feeling the same desire to touch her or else she would have jerked him away.

His hands reached her mounds and he started fondling them. His hands were covering them perfectly as if they both were made for each other.

He started playing with her mounds while the kiss crossed another level. It was full of intensity as if they both were fighting to suck each other's soul.

Her hands held his hair, ruffling them, pulling them and forcing them to come closer to her. His hands holding her nipples, pinching it, playing with it and pressing them between his thumb and his index finger made her scuk her breath and she finally let go of his lips.

She took a few fast and short breaths when his lips moved down towards her ears, biting them and pulling them and towards her neck. Leaving soft and peppery kisses when he felt her knees were shaking. His hands left her waist and moved to her thighs.

He held both of her thighs and pulled her up. Wrapping her thighs on his waist, he held her tightly so that she would not fall. While his lips did not leave her neck even for a second. They continued to move down and down and now reached her breasts when she moaned again.

Her soft purrs were arousing the beast inside him that was howling back, trying to match her intensity and passion.

She leaned on him, giving her acceptance when he started moving and taking her to their bed. The reason was clear, he wanted to have her. If she wanted to stop him this was the only chance but instead she was driving him crazy when her lips reached her neck and she bit him there.

Her soft bite was nothing to hurt him but it aroused him so much that she never knew he could desire her any further. Her every action was driving him crazy. Who would believe that she was the same innocent Hazel whose face turned red just by watching him suck blood of a girl with her wrists.

"You are drawing me crazy Hazel. If you want me to leave, tell me now. Because if i moved further closer, there is no way that i will be able to hold back."