Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 261: Sensitive Little Lamb

Chapter 261: Sensitive Little Lamb

"I feel cold." Samantha murmured the moment she felt her body resting on the sheets of the mattress. He was kissing her a few minutes ago, his mouth and tongue doing wonders to her own, but all of a sudden, she was on his bed. Her legs, which she had spread apart without barely realizing it, gave the vampire an opportunity to settle himself against her before she could think of closing it, and their eyes– fierce crimson against glossy green, were locked in an intense gaze.

The look in his eyes were the flames that held the warmth she desperately seeked.

"Complain about the cold.." he murmured, burying his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her feminine scent, and he whispered seductively, "and I will give you enough reasons to sweat."

A gasp escaped her opened lips when he suddenly began to suck on that sensitive spot he had succeeded in locating on the crook of her neck, and he coaxed against her burning skin,

"I’ll be gentle."

In an attempt to prove the meaning behind his context, he bit into her skin using his fangs, eliciting a slight arousing cry from her lips. He blew on the harshness of his bite, and somehow, she had foreseen that his actions tonight will be anything but gentle. Here she was, all bare and ready to feel what this man had to offer, and he was hovering above her, fully clothed with the intention of making her writhe and beg to no ends.

He finally claimed her lips, kissing her vehemently, as if his life solely depended on it. His hands found her hair, whilst he angled her head properly so he could taste every crevice in her sweet mouth. Her little tongue was in a mood for dominance, but there was no way she could keep up, and he had their mouths molded perfectly as they shared a passionate kiss– the type that was enough to leave them both gasping for air, yet still left unsatisfied.

Carefully, his hands moved to free her from her underwear, taking it down her foot and letting it drop to the floor.

"A few kisses and you’re already so wet. If you keep this up I feel we will end things sooner." He smiled deviously as his finger found her slick entrance. He rubbed on it, circling the little organ with his index finger before plunging his middle finger inside her. He acted so quickly that Samantha had not sensed his actions coming.

"Ah!" Her back arched on their own accord, and he swallowed her moans with another deep kiss. He pumped his finger in and out of her entrance, coating them with her nectar, and when he added another finger, Samantha whimpered into his mouth.

Her arms went around Ivan’s shoulder as she pressed his body down on hers, all the while his fingers never stopped wreaking havoc in her mind.

"You’re clenching my fingers," he groaned as he rested his forehead against her own. He could feel his hardened member react to what her insides were doing with his fingers, and he was running out of patience, most especially for one who possessed such a trait. When it came to her, everything about him seemed to defy his logic, she was messing with his mind, making him go against what he once knew, and frighteningly enough, he was loving every bit of it.

When he felt she was at the edge of coming undone, he slowed in his fingering, and the woman beneath him snapped her eyes at his actions. He laughed at her glaring expression and continued to penetrate her slowly, stimulating her over and over without making her reach the peak where she will be most satisfied, whilst her fingers balled against the sheets beneath her.

"Ivan..." her hips buckled against him, urging for more.

"You like it that much, hm?" The gleam in his eyes when he asked, Samantha could not bring herself to answer such.

"You won’t say? Do you need me to stop?"

His other hand, which rested on her flat belly, walked their way up to her chest, sending shivers after shivers down her spine, and with a swift, deliberate move, he cupped one of her soft, bare breasts that fit into his palm, as if they were perfectly made for him. Her breath hitched, a quiet moan following at the painful, yet pleasurable contrast the contact brought.

She could feel his hands everywhere, even in places she felt he was yet to touch. Her skin tingled, and they hummed for more of his sensual caresses. She hadn’t felt this way for any other man before; the feeling it brought, the urgency it sent down her trembling legs... they were too much, and yet not enough!

"Ah!"

"All of these are mine." He squeezed her breast firmly in his palm, making her whimper uncontrollably, and his fingers worked inside her wet entrance, "every inch of you belongs to me, and I intend to make good use of them." Releasing her soft mound and running his finger up her arm, he claimed her lips, more passionately than he ever once did.

Samantha quietly moaned into his mouth as he took charge, silencing her plea, and she could feel his hands roam her needy body. When he got to her waist, he grasped it in his rough hold, feeling her skin in his palm, and he could already perceive the scent of her arousal.

"So sensitive." He murmured as he pulled back to take off his royal coat. Samantha’s eyes watched as he unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing the porcelain skin hidden in its depth. His burning gaze never averted from hers, and before she knew it, his shirt was discarded on the floor.

Samantha’s mouth watered at the sight of him. It wasn’t her first time seeing him shirtless before, she had helped him get ready during certain occasions, and in those times, she had secretly admired how tempting he looked without clothes, regardless of the scar he bore sometimes. She wasn’t giving enough time to admire those powerful abs cause he was all over her again.

"Little Lamb, you’ll get your turn. But right now, just breathe." He cooed, knowing she was still stuck in a trance.

He leaned in once more, capturing her lips and fondling with her breast, whilst he pinched her erect nipples, happy to see them hard and ready for his mouth to take. She was his beautiful little lamb, beautiful in every form, and he couldn’t wait for their bodies to be joined as one.

Pulling back, he worked on the belt of his pants. The sound of it unbuckling had Samantha swallowing on her saliva, and he was quick to discard that too. When her eyes slowly fell on what he would be using to penetrate her, her eyes widened in alarm, and she was about to scoot away only to be held back in place.

"Ivan... my insides will tear in two!" She nearly shrieked at his size, somewhat petrified, or maybe it was because it is her first time laying eyes on a man’s manhood.

"That’s what you think," Ivan mused, "but I can bet on it you will become addicted. I admit that it will hurt as it is your first time, but you need to let me know so I can help you adjust." He smooth-talked, his attempt to reassure her that he would never hurt her. To keep her distracted, they locked lips, and Samantha pulled his heated body down on hers.

"Let me know when you’re ready," he left open-mouthed kisses on her jawline, trailing his lips down to her neck and leaving love bites on her flushed skin. He went further to leave love bites on the valley of her breast, and her legs raised up further at his actions, her fingers slightly clutching his hair, lost in the heart and the need her insides were aching to receive.

"Are you ready?" He asked, but he didn’t stop with his peppering kisses and marks. Samantha’s expression turned hazy when he grabbed his shaft and used the tip to tease her wet entrance, making her yearn for it, encouraging her, and when she hummed her response, he found her lips and slid himself inside her.

"Ah!!..mhmhh!!.....!!"

A sharp cry would have escaped her mouth if he wasn’t kissing her, and they were muffled under the intensity of his kiss. He stretched her walls, going deeper, and when she whimpered in pain, he paused.

Her fingers latched onto his shoulder, her nails digging into his bare skin, barely aware of the injury she was causing him. Her legs wanted to close so bad that she pressed them against the lean waist of the man in-between. Her moistened eyes became watery, and she felt him kiss away the tears from her closed eyes.

"You’re doing...ugh...so fucking good."

Ivan took a deep breath as her insides clenched him hard. He could feel her adjusting to his size, and then he heard her say.

"I don’t think it hurts anymore." Her voice, so innocent and simply arousing to his ears– he lifted his head to look at her face, and he smiled guiltily.

"I’m sorry, but you’re driving me mad." Before Samantha could grasp the meaning behind his advanced apology, he thrust his full length into her, knocking the air out of her lungs.