Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 248: Never Really Left

Chapter 248: Never Really Left

Beneath the moonlight’s enchanting embrace, Samantha comfortably nestled herself in the protective arms of Ivan, whilst her fetching actions reminded him of a cat. His porcelain skin contrasted starkly with her natural rosy complexion, and she was so fragile, so small against him, he wanted to shield her completely from the odds of the world.

Yawning softly, her eyelids were getting heavy as she rested her head on his chest, and she no longer had the energy to keep them open. In the midst of dozing into her slumbers, a contented smile curved her lips when she felt him place an endearing kiss on her forehead, whilst his hands moved away the golden strands of hair from her face.

"Sleep tight, my little lamb." He whispered against her forehead, his voice, a haunting lullaby that coaxed her into surrendering to her slumbers, whilst she relaxed against him, nestling closer, and he protectively kept her close.

In no time, she was fast asleep, and he was watching her. Samantha’s soft, innocent features were the epitome of beauty itself, and Ivan watched with a reverence that only an immortal could possess. His hands reached forward to caress her delicate features– it was a touch so tender, it seemed at odds with his insatiable desire, but to his unexpected surprise, she subconsciously leaned into his touch, almost as if she could sense the familiar feeling of his presence, even in her subconsciouses.

"My sweet girl." He murmured with an unrestrained smile.

To Ivan, she was a vision of purity and fragility, akin to a living masterpiece in the gallery of his darkness. Every rise and fall of her chest, every flutter of her long straight lashes, was a delicate brush stroke in the painting of his immortal existence– she became his reality.

Inadvertently, his gaze lowered to her lips that were reddened and swollen from his rough kisses, whilst he brushed his index finger over the curve of her bottom lip.

He thought he had been gentle enough.

Sighing softly at his own actions, he suddenly heard her mumble a few incoherent words to herself before smacking her enticing lips together. Her hands went around him, and like a hugging pillow, she held him tight, a satisfied smile gracing her lips at the comfort it brought her. Her golden-blonde hair, like a radiant halo, lay cradled in the arms of Ivan... and he could tell she was having a pleasant dream.

His crimson eyes, intense and unyielding, remained fixed as he observed every little move she made. With an almost maniacal fervor, his unending hunger for her presence consumed him. The soft sigh that escaped her parted lips only fueled his obsession, stoking the flames of longing that danced in his crimson eyes, and like a moth drawn to a flame, he couldn’t resist rubbing his nose intimately against her own.

Their environment was draped in an eerie, sensual silence, save for the rhythmic symphony of his little lamb’s breathing. He listened to it, and it became his favorite melody, knowing she was at peace, and her heart unburdened. His lips parted slightly, revealing the glint of sharp, ivory fangs, and he had used it to bite her earlier, which she remained oblivious to since she was consumed by raw pleasure, and remembering it all– to him, she wasn’t just a vision of beauty, but an all-consuming passion, a love so profound as it was forbidden.

"Thank you for loving me." His voice was laden with gratitude, his eyes sparkling with a warmth only she could conjure out of him.

As unknown minutes went by, he wished the night would never end– he wanted the world to freeze, even if it was just for some extra hours so he could gaze at the sleeping beauty in his arms, but knowing he had to take her back eventually, he could feel a painful tug in his chest again.

Being careful to avoid waking her up as he carried her, he safely returned her to the Palace. When he successfully made it to her chamber, unnoticed, he lay her down on the mattress.

"I’ll have to leave now." He whispered, and it was rather evident in his eyes that he didn’t want to leave. The mere thought of it was pulling at the strings of his heart, causing it to ache, and he knew– his lifeline was evidently attached to this woman. Gosh! He can’t even leave her for a few days or else he’d be a mad man! That was the only reason his cousins had decided to help him, but now that he was here, it’s quite obvious they ditched him and left.

"Bastards." He cussed beneath his tone.

After covering her up with the blanket, he blew out the Candelabras. The sound of the door quietly closing was a testament to his exit, and the minute no sound was heard, the same figure with the fiery cloak emerged from the darkness within. Its head, veiled by a dark hood that blended with the dark, quickly turned to the door which the vampire had used to leave, and an iciness that was akin to cold fury, took over.

Unlike last time when it yearned to touch the woman sleeping on the bed, this time around, the beings hands balled into an angry first. They trembled with rage as he gazed at the sleeping figure, and from the way it remained icily still, one could tell it was trying so hard to contain its anger, its nails, digging painfully into the palm of its skin.

"His scent is all over you." It commented hoarsely, its voice darkening upon perceiving the essence of that vampire on his own wife! When the being crouched down to touch her, its fingers moved so it could feel her face again, the face of the woman who continuously haunted its sleep, but before it had the chance to do so, its head reflexively snapped straight in alarm.

With a swift move, it took four steps back away from the sleeping figure, and it moved just in time before a mini-sized dagger could penetrate into its skull. Since it was narrowly dodged at the last minute, the mouth of the dagger hit the wall squarely, stuck from the impact. Turning its head slowly to the side, the being tensed when a pair of crimson-red eyes glowed menacingly in the dark, similar to the ones of an angry beast, and then he heard him say,

"Get your filthy hands off her."

Realizing all too late that the vampire never really left, the figure in a fiery cloak was quick to flee through the window, its movement fast like lightning as it dived out, but Ivan immediately followed it, measuring up to its speed. The cloaked being landed silently on the ground, and it didn’t wait before bolting off.

"Get. Back. Here!" Ivan’s eyes flashed with fury as he went after it.