Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 112: Can’t.... Breathe..

Chapter 112: Can’t.... Breathe..

Ivan knew he had no right to touch her this way, to crave her like air, but he did both, regardless of the forbidden possibilities crawling their way into his thoughts. With his face only inches distance from the parted lips that he was sure belonged to no one else but him, there was absolutely nothing that could stop him from claiming it, cause before he realized it himself or what he had done, his lips was already on hers before she could speak, silencing her incoming protest and recognizing the taste of her against his own hungry mouth.

At this point he could no longer feel anything, the cold, the emptiness in his room, cause all he felt was the woman he wanted to kiss so badly - she was everywhere, her scent, the warmness of her body when he leaned close..... filling everything.... He wanted her to feel the exact same thing she was making him feel.

Samantha’s pupils instinctively dilated when their lips met for the second time today, and everything around them seemed to stop moving, as if the world had ceased - at least that was what it felt like to her, cause the only thing moving was the rapid pounding of her heart beat, drumming wildly in her eardrums. Reflexively, she brought her hands to his chest, attempting to push him back so she could breathe, so she could think, but her arms were caught by Lord Ivan who pinned them to the wall at both sides of her head, and he took the kiss slowly, vehemently, but it was deeper....sweeter, and although Samantha knew it was her first time being kissed, she knew his actions didn’t belong to someone who was kissing for the first time.

"Mhnn..!!"

A low whimper escaped her lips when she felt a quick pinch on her bottom lip, and when she parted them further out of impulse, something hot, indescribably wet drove into her mouth, creating a white blankness in her mind as her head was tilted up by the powerful kiss. She felt a jolt of electricity course through her veins, excluding the fact that it was more intense than the last time she felt something this compelling..... What was he doing to her body?

No, she shouldn’t do this! He might mistake her actions as her way of giving in but... she didn’t want to do this, she really didn’t, yet the more she convinced herself that the right thing to do was to pull away, her body seemed to act the opposite. They leaned into his frame, and Ivan’s hands that once had her pinned to the wall, dropped so he could feel her face in his palm, and he took her deep, his tongue dominating hers, whilst she moaned softly without even realizing it.

Samantha was able to gasp out her shock when she felt him pull her away from the wall, only to push her onto his bed. With her breathing irregular as her chest heaved up and down, Samantha looked into his eyes to notice how immensely dark they had become - so dark that it sent chills down her spine. His irises had mutated into a different shape, and she was staring into eyes that appeared darker than the darkest of blood she has ever seen.

She once thought she had been a prey, but looking into those greedy eyes that devoured her when he hadn’t touched her yet, she was starting to feel like the helpless little lamb he always said she was.

Ivan’s mind spiraled into many dark thoughts at her stubbornness. There was this voice in his head, a dark whispering voice that demanded he claim her right here and now, the voice that told him to rip her dress and claw her delicate skin with his nails, marking her permanently as his. The thoughts in his mind frightened him, cause he didn’t want to do any of that to her, he didn’t want to claim her in the most painful ways, neither did he want to force her into it, but looking at her vulnerable state as she propped herself hesitantly on his bed, her eyes flickered with a hint of desire, a little action that had him crawling onto the bed till he hovered on top of her.

"Your... your eyes." Samantha managed to whisper since she got a better chance to look at it up-close. Her fingers grabbed the bedsheet as she tried to push her body into sitting up, but with Ivan hovering right on top of her, giving her that look that dared her to move, it was difficult to run, forget about running she didn’t have the strength to make a run for it.

"I... I thought you weren’t ... .ex... experienced in this... kind of thing." Samantha’s voice quivered as she forced herself to speak through gasping breaths, her eyes widening when he lowered his face to hers, but he didn’t capture her lips and merely rested his forehead upon hers, their heated breaths mingling with one another.

"Where did you hear that?...Who said I had no...experiences?" He whispered back, swallowing in between his restraint as he pulled back slowly to meet her eyes. "Kissing someone, or having sex with them is not a new thing to me. Because I don’t talk about them doesn’t mean I don’t do them, well, not anymore but... I just tend to keep that part of my life private, but then you....fuck! I don’t know what you’re doing to me... I’ve kissed before, but it didn’t burn me like this... maybe for a second? But not like this, I want to be satisfied, I don’t want to feel like this, but with you, I keep wanting more."

His fingers reached to brush aside some strands of hair that obstructed her beautiful face, and he wondered.... Has she always looked this beautiful? Why hadn’t he noticed it?

"If...if you have then why...why didn’t you read the books I had given you? You rejected them." Samantha questioned further, still gasping for breath, and then a slow, honeyed smile reached his sinful lips before he buried them into the nape of her alluring neck, taking a whiff of her intoxicating scent so he would never miss it, but then it made her heart beat ten times faster, she was afraid that it might explode if he continues to act like this.

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I wanted a physical tutor?" He pulled back so he could look into her captivating green eyes, and then he leaned closer to whisper.

"I want you, not the books."

When he leaned down to capture her lips, Samantha turned her head to the other side, making him arch a serious eyebrow. "Little Lamb."

"I’m.... I’m still.. unwell, I’m afraid you..you might...get sick."

"Are you?" He made her look into his spellbinding eyes, his fingers reaching her face as he caressed her cheek intimately, only to move his thumb down so he could push her rosy bottom lip down, setting them apart "Then let me be your antidote."

His tongue was the first thing that invaded her mouth as he pushed her head down to the pillow. There was nothing gentle about it as he once again made it his ulterior motive to leave her breathless. Samantha could feel a dark curl of desire beginning to twist inside of her, bending all her rules, she could hardly bring herself to differentiate between right and wrong as all she could feel was the weight of his torso pressing against her own, and she asked herself.... When did it get like this?

When she could no longer breathe, he pulled back so they could both catch their breath, and Samantha placed a hand to his chest so he wouldn’t do it again. "Can’t breathe..." she uttered, her body Rosy and weak against the man who clearly hasn’t had enough, and his eyes only seemed to be getting extremely darker.

A knock on the door had him turning his head to look at interrupted him, and he held Albert’s firm but polite voice from outside.

"My Lordship, Lord Draven requests your presence in the graveyard."