Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

His words had been delivered in such a soft, sensual, velvety voice that a tremor rippled through her. She hated knowing he'd feel her need for him.

She wanted to look away but his gaze was holding hers in a way that she would have felt weaker if she would accept defeat.

He smirked. A smile that told her, he knew what she was thinking.

He moved closer slowly, testing the waters. He half-expected her to run inside and shut the door, but she didn't react in any way—didn't cower, didn't lower her eyes, didn't fidget or back away.

Instead, she remained where she stood in the doorway with her head held high, shoulders straight, and maintaining eye contact.

Before she could even think to answer, he'd pushed her inside the room, kicked the door shut, and slammed her against the wall.

Then his mouth was on hers and he was devouring her. There was nothing gentle or coaxing about the kiss.

His mouth ravished hers, his tongue forcefully thrust into her mouth, and he kissed her like it was the last thing he would do before he died. It was deep, commanding, devastating. Her heart rammed so hard against her chest that she felt she would explode with his touch.

The force with which he took her mouth should have angered her, she should have yanked him away with the recent argument they heard but she found herself burning and a strange passion ignited in her.

She was on fire, and all she could do was kiss him back. Mimicking his actions, she was soon meeting his pace as she nibbled his lips and her hands wrapped around his shoulders not to push him away but to pull him closer so that she could have more access to his mouth.

He wouldn't have settled for anything else. If she would have refused, he would have pulled her to bed and had his way with her.

Both his hands threaded into her hair, angling her head exactly how he wanted it. When her nails dug deeper, piercing his soft skin and leaving her marks on his back.

There was no denying that just then his lips and tongue completely owned her. It felt like a claiming, a promise, and a warning. Then he was sucking on her tongue while digging his hips into hers, crowding her with his body in a way that had her level of arousal spiking.

Their hips were moving together with the same rhythm as their lips. She could feel his body shivering to her touch but the pace was bringing her to the edge.

Her legs trembled and spams formed in the pit of her stomach. She felt herself churning. Her insides clenched and the pit of her stomach churned.

A strange burning sensation took her in his arms when his hands started to move on her skin.

She could feel his hands roaming on her back and then roaming on the corner of her hem and finally settled on her ass as he pulled her so that she could get more access to her insides.

As one hand splayed possessively over her ass, the other suddenly yanked on her hair, forcing her head back and breaking the kiss. His face loomed over hers; his expression was fierce.

"Did you get your reply or do you need more proof that you want me as much as I want you?" he asked in a fierce tone that would have brought any woman on her knees.

But she matched the look in his eyes. She looked back at him with the same authority when she held his shoulders and pulled him back towards the wall.

Now their position has changed. He was the one leaning on the wall while she was on the other side.

"If kissing is all you are talking about. Then yeah, I love those lips and I love your touch.

You have a body worth spending time with but if you are talking about emotions, support and attachment. Then we both need to work on it.

And for that you have to understand my thoughts while I try to share your viewpoint." her eyes raked on his face as she licked her lips. An action that drove him crazy.

He had missed the taste of her mouth for so long that he could not control himself after a kiss. He wanted more, he carved for more.

"I will try to fulfill your expectations but for a start, why don't we explore more of our bodies before going to the emotions side?" he asked as he touched her neck, his hands moved to her collarbones and finally settled on her mounds.

Though she was still wearing clothes, she could feel his fierce touch. It was creating a fire that was enjoyable.

Soon, his lips found hers again.

This time the kiss was more urgent, more demanding and more desperate.

As if a beast that had tasted the blood and now could not let go of his prey.

his tongue branded her with every stroke, reducing her to a sensual state that was so intense, she was almost afraid of it—almost afraid of her body's equally intense response.

Everything other than the feel of his mouth faded away as he licked, sucked, nipped, and sucked her with his tongue.

And she moaned, gasped, groaned, whimpered, and sobbed. But he didn't let up, didn't give her any reprieve, practically torturing her with pleasure. She moaned and moaned that she was sure that the whole palace could listen to her screams but he was not letting  her go.

She had never thought that a kiss could be this sensual but now her perception was broken by him with his touch.

"If you want me to stop, stop now or I will end up entering you and will not let you until I have my fill.'' That was a promise, she knew but did she want to let go after getting a taste of him.

"Ha! If that happens then I want my relief too."