Madeline blushed when she saw Calhoun bring his hand to put the whole finger in his mouth to suck on it while his red eyes stared at her heatedly. As if one wave of emotion was not enough, she felt something stir in her body, seeing the way his tongue had peeked out to use it on his finger. She doubted she had ever seen anything so erotic like this before.
The man in front of her reeked of sexual power, every touch and word of his able to elicit moans out of her mouth. Madeline was embarrassed with the way her cries of sigh and moans had escaped her mouth. Her body had quaked under his touch, unable to control what she was feeling until she felt the release she had been itching for before but had been shy to do anything about it properly or ask him.
Her toes curled, trying to hide them even though her lower part was yet to be covered with her dress as Calhoun had earlier bunched them up for easy access.
“How was it?” asked Calhoun, his voice thick in desire. Calhoun had not moved away from sitting between her legs and instead of letting her legs close, he placed his hand on either side of her, moving like a feline until he was on top of her.
Her heart had madly started to beat, and her eyes were barely able to focus on him. It had been only a few seconds since he had fingered her, touching her in the most private part of her body without making her feel awkward or strange about it. With his body so close to her, his face in front of her, Madeline couldn’t think straight. The sexual tension only increased, and she could feel the heat starting to pool back in between her legs.
Madeline was embarrassed with the fact that her body was behaving needy, wanting attention, and she tried to distract herself by looking at Calhoun’s dishevelled hair that looked soft. What she felt today was something intimate, but she didn’t want to be a wanton girl.
Supporting himself with one hand as he left another to hold Madeline’s chin, he asked, “Speak, Maddie.”
Calhoun knew how to please a woman, and he knew he had aroused Madeline to push her off the cliff, sending her flying in her mind, but he wanted to hear it from her. To know that she enjoyed it, even though her expression had already said it all.
His teeth gritted against each other when he remembered her crying out when his finger moved in her and her back arched beautifully like she was unable to hold it in any longer. His manhood hardened and Calhoun needed a release.
Madeline pressed her lips before opening it, “It was nice,” came her small, shy voice.
“Only nice?” asked Calhoun, his eyes tracing her face, “It seems like I didn’t do a good job if it’s just nice,” saying this, Calhoun placed his full hand between her legs, making her gasp as her body was still riding the high he had given her. His large hand covered her private part over the garment, “I should probably try it again, so that it’s much better than nice,” and his hand moved subtly up and down.
Madeline’s lips quivered, “I-I say anything you will take it to your advantage,” a shudder passed through her lips.
“A man often wants to hear and know that he has pleased his woman more than the expected expectations,” said Calhoun, his own eyes darkening again, seeing Madeline’s head trying to move back at his touch.
“Why?” she asked him.
She couldn’t believe they were doing something so sinful before their marriage. If something like this were to happen in the village, the female was often shamed and tied in the middle of the market where people would throw rotten fruits and vegetables at the person, for the shame they brought after indulging themselves in adultery.
And here, Calhoun had seen and touched her, not just felt her intimate part but had fingered her. Thinking that her cheeks burned brightly. Madeline doubted she would be able to sleep tonight.
Calhoun said, “It boosts a man’s ego.” Seeing Madeline’s expression, he chuckled, “It makes us feel good. Powerful even, that we can do something to send you beyond and into heaven. To give a taste, which we are capable of. Doesn’t hold just for men though.”
He let go of her chin to push the strands of her hair that had come to stick on her face, “Women feel that way too. When they are praised for being able to push their man to an edge. To be able to please.”
Really? Questioned Madeline’s innocent mind. Madeline knew the male and female had different anatomy, but she had never heard of women holding the same power as the men. It was because the society they lived in, it was the man who was considered to be in charge, to be able to provide the woman with everything while the woman fell on the lower side.
Did Calhoun mean, she was able to make him feel in a similar way as she felt now?
“I didn’t know it was possible,” she expressed her thoughts more openly than before. With Calhoun seeing some parts of Madeline’s embarrassing moments, that were embarrassing for her, somewhere it made it easier for her to open her thoughts to him.
“Of course, you didn’t. Normally people don’t agree to it, the men I mean because they feel less and like to be in charge,” answered Calhoun.
Madeline gave it a second before she asked, “But you agree to it.”
Calhoun’s lips twitched before they broadened, “Just because you accept that you enjoy and are pleased by it, it doesn’t mean it makes a person less. It is just some men who have a bigger ego.”
Madeline’s thoughts went back to a few hours ago when she and Lady Lucy had left the garden and were heading to step inside the castle. The vampiress had spoken about men feeling aroused, but most of it had bounced over Madeline’s head. She wondered if Calhoun was aroused. With Calhoun who appeared to be an expert, maybe he was treating himself. After all, she had not seen any women or girls entertaining him recently.
Would it be rude not to ask him if he was okay? Asked Madeline to herself but then it was Calhoun who had pounced on her in the bed. Right now, he was only pawing and playing with her with his claws.
Her head slightly turned to her left side, which was the side where the light fell from the fireplace that was burning.
This left her neck bare for Calhoun’s view. Unable to resist by the sight of the soft skin, Calhoun leaned forward and ran his wet tongue from the base of her neck to the spot behind her ear, making her shiver.
“I thought the punishment was over,” Madeline whispered, her hands moving to place on his chest.
“How is it your punishment when it is you who enjoyed the release while I am here holding myself back? It’s the longest I have ever held myself back,” Calhoun’s words fell on her neck, “I think I deserve some good treats and my dessert now for being patient.”
Catching hold of her hands, he pushed it back against the surface of the bed. Madeline had turned her head to meet Calhoun’s eyes. He didn’t wait for her as he dived to capture her lips with his. Using his teeth to catch hold of her lower lip before letting it go with a tinge of pain, making her flinch.
There was no word of protest that came from Madeline’s lips. His eyes still on hers; he went back to kiss her lips that were supple. Slipping his tongue into her warm mouth was nothing less to a bee going to take the nectar from the sweetest flower.
Madeline didn’t know if it was because of the earlier intimacy they had shared, but the kiss felt more passionate than the last time Calhoun had kissed her. Or maybe it was the bed, she thought to herself. His tongue rubbed against her tongue, pushing and taunting her. Noticing how her mind was drifting somewhere, Calhoun bit into her lip bringing a soft cry from her mouth which he very much enjoyed listening to.
“Why are you biting me!” asked Madeline as her lip felt sore.
“Because you are delicious. What do you expect?” asked Calhoun as if it were her fault, “Come here, let me heal it,” he said, noticing a drop of blood come to settle on that soft lip of hers.
Madeline doubted she would survive with Calhoun. His tongue peeked out before licking her to send a jolt through her body again.
She felt Calhoun’s coarse tongue brushing against her lips. She wondered how Calhoun would like it if she was bit like that and her teeth almost went to bite his lips but Calhoun pulled away and stared at her,
“Who knew you would be a feisty thing in bed,” murmured Calhoun with a grin on his face.
He didn’t let go of her hands which made it difficult for Madeline to move. When he pushed his hands along with hers to move it above her head, Calhoun leaned forward to kiss her lips again. Moving it against her lips, and he noticed the subtle movements of her lips, listening to her heart beating in her chest and the scent of her blood turning rich only to make his fangs ache.
Not waiting for another second, Calhoun went for her neck to sink his teeth and drank blood from Madeline. Somewhere in between him drinking from her and retracting his fangs back, he had let go of her hands to settle his hands on her waist. When he was done, Calhoun’s lips went next to her ear,
“Madeline,” he whispered her name and Madeline who had closed her eyes, opened them, “I haven’t tasted something so sweet ever before. Every drop is heaven. But it’s not because of that, that I enjoy…It’s because it’s you, your company and your presence.” Madeline could not see Calhoun’s expression right now, and she concentrated on his voice. “There are days the wolf wants to snatch out of its aggressive nature. Something similar to how one feels when you see cute things. You want to hold them close, sometimes too close until they remain with just you, to not see anything else.”
“Ah!” Madeline cried when Calhoun bit her ear, which he enjoyed doing the most.
Calhoun pulled away from her ear to stare into Madeline’s brown eyes, “I try not to let those emotions out,” he said, bringing his hand towards her face and running his index finger over her cheek and then down her neck, which went further down between the valley of her breasts before it settled on her stomach.
