Chapter 247: Zaiden is a vampire
"Melody, it’s not wrong to hold hands, is it?" Izaak questioned her. She lowered her eyes to their entwined fingers when a sudden pull made her lean toward Izaak’s side.
She found herself on his lap, her hand instinctively resting on his chest. She didn’t meet his gaze until he lifted her chin, his calloused fingers holding it gently.
In his eyes, she saw a longing that mirrored her own—a desire to bridge the gap between them, to explore what lay beyond it.
"When you don’t give me a desirous response, I feel upset and furious. You shouldn’t see me as the prince. Try to know me as Izaak," Izaak said with a plea. He lowered his hand from her chin and traced her slender neck as he got the fragrance of fresh blood, running through her veins.
"His Highness shall let me go," Melody said.
"You find this uncomfortable?" Izaak queried.
"Yes. He must be uncomfortable holding me like this," Melody answered.
"No." He refused.
Not able to resist the temptation, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her fingers curled instantly, and she asked, "What’s His Highness upto?" Melody pursed her lips when she found Izaak had only hugged her. For a moment, she thought he wanted to drink blood. However, with this a question arose in her mind. ’Did he not feel hungry for blood around a human?’
"I gave my heart to four women previously and later married to them. I’ve no idea where I lacked. Perhaps, in my ambitions of not taking over the throne until my father is alive. I yearn for love. The day you came to thank me, I told you we would meet again. I didn’t have any vision that day. It came to me later. My interest in you was from the beginning," Izaak expressed his heartfelt feelings.
Melody finally opened her mouth to speak. "May I know what was in the vision?" Her curiosity was clear in the query.