Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 235: Kiss Me

Chapter 235: Kiss Me

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"Little Lamb, on the bed, now." Came Ivan’s daring command as he unhurriedly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, slowly revealing the tantalizing view of his porcelain skin. His crimson eyes, which monitored her like a hawk, wanted her to do the exact opposite of his command, he wanted her to act stubborn so he could pounce on her, but... to his momentary surprise, she simply sat on the bed, as if she already predicted his initial motive if she chose to decline him.

She knew him that well?

The corner of his sinful lips slanted a little, revealing a smirk that made Samantha shiver. It made her have second thoughts about what she was doing here, but, even if she chose to back out now, there was no saying that he would let her go. His crimson eyes were already anticipating her to do the opposite of his words, and that was a trick she wouldn’t bring herself to fall into. She had fallen into many of his tricks in the past, but not today.

She dug her own grave, might as well lay down on it.

Climbing up the bed, Samantha laid flat on the surface, her twinkling eyes showcasing her hesitancy, mixed with a little anticipation of what he intends on doing to her. The first time she nearly experienced something similar, she was half-traumatized by the burly man, but being here, and knowing she would only get to feel Ivan’s magical hands on her, it made her feel inexplicably giddy on the inside.

She subconsciously bit her bottom lip at the mere thought of it, whilst her heartbeat accelerated in her chest.

Ivan simply watched his soon-to-be wife lay on his bed with evident ardor, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she tried to gather her wits.

The colors on her cheeks suddenly deepened, her pink lips parted as she tried to breathe.

Her eyes were stuck in a daydream, he could tell, and the way her chest heaved up and down, Ivan could feel his patience running low. He had dreamt of this day countless times, and although he just wanted to have a taste of his delectable little lamb, he prayed not to devour her completely until their wedding night.

"You’re still standing there?" Samantha’s breathy voice made his eyes snap to her face.

With a hand in his trouser pocket, his royal coat discarded on the floor, he unhurriedly approached the foot of his bed, his eyes scorching hot for the beauty all sprawled on it, like a favorite dessert presented before him to take. He drank all of her expressions, her face, her eyes, her lips, that lovely throat with his marking on it. He was etching every piece, every part of her existence into his head, mind, and his heart.

He would never forget them.

"Ivan?"

"Don’t move." He said quickly when he sensed she was about to sit up, "I need to take my time appreciating Heaven’s creation. Lay back, my gorgeous girl, and don’t take your eyes off me." The warmth in his tone was still there, but they had taken a turn into something more... possessive, more demanding, and his voice, they were enticingly smooth as he murmured the last part out.

Feeling the speed of her heart intensify at how he kept calling her such sweet names, Samantha obediently laid back on the bed, her gaze staring right into his own as he demanded. Time ticked by, and his unyielding gaze never tore from hers... she felt naked under those scrutinizing stares of his. He could clearly eat her up even without laying a finger on her, and for the first time, Samantha was willing to give in to the fact that she wanted his hands on her... she wanted his body, everything about him to revolve within her senses, consuming her thoughts.

"Ivan..."

Finally, he made a move as he climbed up the bed, and Samantha’s breath hitched when his face no longer appeared distant before her eyes. Her gaze inadvertently landed on his lips, and they brought back the reminiscence of what they tasted like against her own. The bittersweet contrast, and the addictive feelings it brought made her yearn for those lips to meet her own again, but when those sensuous lips turned into a smirk, she knew he had caught up quickly on what she was thinking.

"Little Lamb, your intentions are rather obvious, don’t do that to me." With his fingers curling around her chin, he angled his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. Rather than fulfilling her urge to kiss him, his mouth tentatively moved down her jaw, past her chin till he reached her neck. He kissed, sucked, nibbled, so much so that she tilted her head up to give him more access, a wistful sigh leaving her lips as her body hummed to life.

"My little lamb. Mine." He breathed against her skin as his grip on her hips turned firm.

The collar of his black shirt tickled Samantha’s neck, and her body jolted when she felt him nibble harder at a sensitive spot. Her eyes opened when he didn’t stop, and a moan of slight protest escaped her lips, whilst her fingers clutched to his back as he nibbled harder.

With one swift pull of his pink tongue, he licked off the pain he had caused out of desire, her body shuddering against him at the feel of his hot tongues. She felt soft to hold, delicate, lovely in all places, but he knew... she wasn’t the type to break even if he tried.

A devious smile curved his lips as he pulled back to look into her eyes that had already watered... and all he did was give her a love bite.

"My little lamb is way more sensitive than I expected, hmmm... how delightful it must be to feel so... aroused from a mere hickey." His hand reached her hair, gently taking off the comb she had used to elegantly style it in place, and as he did so, her golden-blonde hair sprawled over his mattress in waves. Her emerald eyes glistened as she grew flustered by his comment, and she looked more mesmerizing in this state she was rendered in.

"I... we... we are... are not going to consummate before our marr–" her breath hitched once more when he kissed the back of her earlobes. He smiled against her skin the minute her words got stuck in her throat, and the woman beneath him could swear she felt butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

"You were saying..?" He hummed a question, those unruly hands reaching for the thin straps at the front of her dress as he loosened it, whilst letting it rest limply on her shoulder. When he met her eyes, he murmured seductively,

"I read the book you gave me."

"You did?!" Samantha’s eyes snapped wide as he told her, his gaze diverting to her throat when she swallowed. "W- when?"

"While you were staying in Lucinda’s place the other day. The prison was a lonely place, I got bored, so I indulged in the novel you gave me. The plot wasn’t bad, though I hated a lot of things in that novel but... making it to the sex scenes..." his eyes sliced through her own, making her heart jump, and he smirked.

"Shall we try it, actions speak louder than words. Don’t they?" And he grabbed her hips, keeping her sneaky body in place while he looked straight into her eyes. Samantha’s pupils dilated, and she was almost as red as a lobster fish.

His mouth found her neck as he peppered her delicate skin, desperate to leave as many Love bites as he could on her pale skin.

Samantha could feel her body burn as they warmed up to him, and she closed her eyes while allowing his mouth and hand to do as they pleased with her body.

"Little Lamb," when he cooed, his fingers slid up her arm in a tentative manner, and Samantha could feel a slight sense of urgency heading towards the lower part of her body, whilst her legs slid up, and she closed them together.

"Ivan.." her hand reached up to touch his face as she brought it close to hers, their lips a breath away from touching. She moved his hair away from his face so she could look into those eyes that were scorching hot with need, and when he said he already burned for her, Samantha knew he never lied.

Was this how it felt being desired by someone you love?

"Kiss me." She said, her eyes moistened and needy, and that was all it took before his lips came crashing down hard on her own, pushing her onto the mattress.

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