Married to the Vampire Prince

Chapter Twelve

Silas

I paced the living room in Grace’s apartment back in the palace, mumbling curses to myself. Red-hot rage boiled in my veins; pure fury that Logan Sherman had dared to kidnap my wife, that he had kept her in a damp dungeon.

As far as I could tell no physical harm had come to her, but her rapid heartbeat told me she was still stressed by the situation – and who could have blamed her?

Right now Grace was taking a bath in the bathroom. I wasn’t ready to leave her presence, but I hadn’t gotten the sense that she wanted me to bathe with her, so I had opted to linger in her bedroom instead.

Luke leaned on the doorframe, watching me pace around the room, an amused expression curving his lips.

“What’s so funny?” I snapped as I stopped right in front of him.

Luke and I looked each other in the eyes until my friend’s gaze lost its cheerfulness.

“Nothing,” he finally said. “Take good care of your wife, will you?”

“Of course,” I said through clenched teeth. “What else would you expect?”

“I mean,” he huffed. “She’s been through a lot. I get that you want to reassure yourself that she’s alive, but be gentle with her. Don’t scare her.”

I realized what he meant. True, I now felt particularly possessive of Grace – I craved to hold her in my arms, to listen to the shimmer of her blood. No, who was I kidding? I wanted to fuck her, to mark her as mine, to make her come and think only of me so our time together now could overshadow her recent terrible memory.

I nodded at Luke. I had no words to express what I felt.

A gentle smile appeared on my friend’s lips. He extended his hand to me and gripped my bicep, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Grace is safe now. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“What about Logan’s threat?” I wasn’t convinced. “What if he really does retaliate?”

“Then we will deal with the new situation when it comes. Just like we’ve always done. We’re adaptable and flexible, are we not?” Luke chuckled.

I smiled. “Right, we are.”

“I’ll leave you two be. Have fun, and remember – be gentle,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Alright.”

Luke walked out of Grace’s apartment, closing the door gently behind him.

A few minutes later Grace came out of the bathroom wearing a comfy set of pajamas bearing the design of a cute cat jumping up to catch some yarn. Her hair had been freshly blow-dried and was still slightly damp.

Her eyes widened when she saw me in her bedroom.

“Hey,” I greeted her with a soft smile. Be gentle.

She opened her mouth then closed it. “You’re still here?” She gave me a look full of confusion.

I strode forward, stopping in front of her. I raised my hand and cupped her cheek in my palm.

Grace leaned into the touch.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend the day with you,” I said.

It was daytime, which meant it was time to sleep according to the vampire schedule.

Grace blushed, and the shimmer of her blood quickened and grew louder in her veins. “I… Yes, I’d like that. Will we…”

She trailed off, but I understood her fine. She was asking me if I meant for us to have sex.

“Only if you want,” I said.

My wife gave me a look from underneath her lashes; I would have considered the gaze sultry and seductive coming from any other person, but from her it was shy and coy. I liked the way she was.

“I… do…” She whispered. “I’d like to…”

I smiled widely. I grabbed the back of her head and angled it just right. I leaned down and placed a firm, passionate kiss on her lips.

Grace moaned, and I used the opportunity to plunge my tongue into her mouth. I poured all the possessiveness I felt towards her into the kiss. Our tongues danced with each other, and Grace didn’t take long to submit to me. I continued kissing her as I pushed her against the door.

My other hand went to her butt, and I raised her in the air, trapping her between the door and my body. I was already hard – all I needed to become aroused were a few kisses and feeling her body close to mine. I pressed my erection against her stomach.

Grace moaned again. Her pajamas were only made of thin cotton, so I could feel her warmth against my cock.

I let go of the back of her head and grabbed her pants. I pulled them down with sure movements.

I cursed in desire when I noticed she wore no underwear.

“Grace,” I called her name.

I unzipped my pants and yanked at them until they fell to the floor. Next came my boxers. When I stood bare in front of my wife, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Now I was positioned right against her entrance.

“I should take it slow…” I mumbled, but my hips moved on their own accord, grinding against Grace’s pelvis.

“Silas,” Grace moaned out my name, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t stop my hips from moving.

Grace’s hips started grinding against me as well. My cock fell between her folds and she moved up and down on me. Her pussy was slippery.

“You’re ready for me,” I noted with wonder in my voice. “But I… I should be gentle…” I sounded so out of breath.

“N-No, don’t…” Grace’s voice was erratic too. “Just take me, Silas. Fuck me. Hard.”

I groaned. This woman would be my undoing.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed her hips and pushed her against my cock. My dick slipped between her folds, and with one sure thrust I pushed myself halfway inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I said.

Of course she was tight. She had been tight the first time I had taken her too. Then again, I hadn’t spent much time letting her adjust to my size.

That oversight was one I would amend from now on.

I thrust inside her again. This time I sheathed myself completely inside of her. I found a rhythm, fucking her hard against the door.

It didn’t take long for Grace to come. “Silas!” She screamed my name, and I wanted to hear this sound till the end of my existence.

I continued fucking her throughout the orgasm. The sound of her blood coursing through her veins was the most beautiful melody to me. I put my fangs against her throat.

“Silas,” she continued moaning my name.

“I will bite you now. Are you ready?” I needed her consent.

“Yes! Bite me,” she sounded so enthusiastic about the act, it made me chuckle.

I broke the skin of her neck, biting her. Grace came again with another scream, and at the same time delicious blood flowed from her vein into my mouth. The taste was the most exquisite I’d ever known in my entire life.

The drink wasn’t only delicious because it was ruby blood, capable of making me stay mentally healthy – it also delighted my senses because the substance was Grace’s essence, my wife’s blood.

I loved every lick of the red liquid. With a groan of my own, I came inside her, filling her pussy with my cum.

Grace slumped against me; her body exhausted. I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed.

Her eyelids were closing. “Stay with me?” She asked in a gentle, unsure voice.

“I will,” I promised. I fully intended to do so from now on. Forever and always.

I laid down next to Grace and held her close, covering us with the duvet. She nuzzled against my chest. A warm feeling spread in my heart. I wanted to have her always be as content as she was right now; safe, protected, and forever mine.

When Grace woke up a few hours later, we had another round of making love until she was so exhausted that she fell asleep again.

I meditated throughout the night, doing my best not to worry about whatever was to come. I just wanted to focus on Grace.

When night fell and it was time for me to rise and go to my office, a knock on the door took me out of my peaceful moment with my wife. It was the special kind of knock; the signal my best friend and I had devised together.

A pang of worry went through my heart. I got up and dressed quickly.

I opened the door to Grace’s apartment and saw Luke. His face was contorted into a worried expression, a deep frown between his brows.

“What’s wrong?” I ushered him inside, closing the door behind him.

“It’s Rosworth. They have declared war on Estone.”