Calhoun retraced his fangs away from her neck, licking the skin to remove the traces of blood from there. He didn’t take more than two sips from her because Madeline had already lost enough blood when her wings were trying to surface out from her back earlier. Her skin was warm against his touch. He circled his arms around her, holding her close to his heart.
Having been bit a couple of times in the past, Madeline had got used to his fangs. The slight prick she felt was replaced by his tongue and lips that soothed her skin. Calhoun let her lean against him for support as he continued to hold her. When both his hands unwrapped her, he traced the curves of her body by his hands, running them against her tantalizing skin and leaving no place untouched.
Even though it had just turned dark, and they were yet to have dinner with the guests, Madeline didn’t feel like leaving the room right now. The ache in her heart increased and in her body, waiting for him and unconsciously, her lower body pressed itself against him to release the tension that she felt right now. It was like a spark of fire that had been blown, and the fire now had been set ablaze that only Calhoun could calm it.
Madeline turned her body, wanting to face him and her eyes looked into his red eyes that looked almost black and thick with desire.
“You’re beautiful,” said Calhoun, leaning towards her he captured her lips again and again until she felt her lips turn numb. The way he looked at her, Madeline doubted there was anyone who could look at her that way. His emotions were always transparent, and she had started to see the gentleness and love that overflowed in his eyes.
Pulling back from her lips, he kissed both sides of her cheeks before pressing his lips against her forehead. There was so much tenderness in his touch that the little specks of her past feelings towards him melted down like the snow under the hot sun. It was true when people said love and hate had a very thin line between them. A person could come to love the person who they had disliked, and the other way around was possible too.
Calhoun’s handsome face was in front of her, and Madeline couldn’t resist but raise her hand to touch him from the top of his head to the side of his face. Her hands continued to trace down from his jaw to the length of his broad shoulders. His features were nothing less to a devil, especially his eyes and the way he looked at her, which held something so sinful and dark. It daunted her, but at the same time, it intrigued her.
Now that they were in the bedroom, the gentleness his appearance had carried earlier when her back was bleeding, was gone. The look in his eyes was enough to let her know that he could barely wait to devour her in every possible sense.
His hair was dishevelled, and when Madeline’s hand moved to weave her fingers through his hair, she felt the softness of his locks. His hair was pitch black in colour, and the light emanating from the candles and the fireplace left a certain shadow on his face, making him look even more dangerous than he often looked.
With her hands that were busy fluffing and playing with his thick locks, Calhoun’s own hands that were settled on the sides of her waist, moved up before moving back down, feeling the curve of her bottom. Madeline’s heart hitched when he pressed her against him, squeezing her bottoms and her hold on his hair loosened. Her eyes widened and she turned flustered.
She looked up, meeting his eyes and Calhoun stared at her expressions on her face. He palmed one side of her bottom, feeling it fill in his hand and when he squeezed it again a gasp escaped from her lips.
One of his hands then moved up, running the tips of his fingers against the middle of her back to feel the length of her body. The hand trailed up further until it got tangled in her hair and he tugged her head back, leaving her neck bare for him. It was hard to stop with just two sips from someone so delicious, and Calhoun could feel his fangs ache in need to sink in again.
But instead of doing it, he ran his nose against the column of her neck, taking in the rosy scent that came from her. It wasn’t an overbearing smell, but something sweet and tasteful. So rich, that Calhoun pressed his nose and later his lips on her exposed neck. He nipped her skin, only to be rewarded with a soft cry that escaped from her lips.
“So sweet,” his voice reverberated against her skin, and he lowered his head, kissing her shoulder blades and then her chest. Arching her body backwards, while supporting her with his hands so that she wouldn’t lose balance and fall down on the bed.
His lips found the swell of her breasts, kissing them while leaving bite marks on her skin. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that quickly had her humming when his coarse tongue lapped against her sensitive skin. His mouth soon covered her nipples that had been aroused by his touch. She felt her body quake, trembling in his arms and it took her all to keep her body still so that she wouldn’t end up falling on the bed out of balance, which she doubted would happen because of Calhoun’s strong arms around her.
Madeline’s lips parted, and she threw her head back, her eyes rolling as she swam in the sea of pleasure. She could feel her growing wetness, and she knew Calhoun was aware of it too. It was because every time he tugged and sucked on her hard pebbles, moans escaped her lips.
