Bride To His Darkness

The next day, Samantha was all prepared to leave for her journey to Fernwood with Ivan. After getting dressed in a simple light-blue gown, Samantha had finished packing up a few things that would be required for the journey when Ivan suddenly stepped out of his bathing chamber, but he wasn’t wearing his customary royal outfit, to her astonishment.

Samantha’s awestruck gaze eyed the commoner outfit he was putting on, an appearance that didn’t befit his status as King. The garments were mute in color, yet they somehow enhanced his captivating presence. No doubt, Ivan was a good-looking man.

He had put on a simple white shirt, finely woven and pristine, whilst the collars were left unbuttoned to reveal a hint of his porcelain skin. A worn-out leather black vest hugged his toned torso, accentuating his masculine appeal, and Samantha involuntarily gulped. His pants, which were loose and fitting, was made of faded brown fabric, an unpretentious choice that leveraged the grace of his movements, and she unknowingly ate him up down to his polished black boots.

"Like what you see that much?" Ivan’s voice, which was as smooth as silk, caught her ears, and when her eyes darted up to meet his own, he was wearing his glasses, and his sapphire blue eyes made her heart lose a beat. He looked no different from a normal human all dressed up like that, but even so, she was inexplicably captivated by the enigmatic aura that surrounded him.

"You’re leaving dressed like that?" Samantha questioned him with dazed eyes, and when he approached her bedside where she sat with silent footsteps, he tauntingly placed one hand beside the space where she sat, and Samantha could feel the mattress sink at his weight only for the vampire to lean close with his other hand behind his back, his eyes seemingly gleaming with a territorial approach.

"You have no right to complain after devouring my very essence with those eyes of yours. Do I captivate you that much? My little lamb?" With a smirk that sent inexplicable thrills shivering through her body, his well-defined fingers playfully traced her cheeks with the lightest touch, and when it lowered to her chin, he tilted it up and whispered.

"Let’s go cause murder."

"What?"

"What?" He blinked as if he hadn’t heard what came out his own mouth. Samantha’s eyebrows were marred into confusion, seemingly tranced until his handsome face moved, and she could feel his hot breath teasing her neck. Once again her body was surrendering to his advances, and she wondered if it was his doing.

"A little breakfast before we leave?" Without waiting for her consent, the color in his eyes switched, and he immediately buried his fangs deep inside the scruff of her neck. Samantha’s lips parted as though she wanted to let out a gasp of shock, but nothing came out of it. Her eyes closed at their own will when she felt Ivan’s lips sucking on her skin as he drew the vital fluid of her being, and Samantha’s fingers grabbed the bedsheet while letting him take as much as he wanted from her. A few strands of his raven-black hair that fell across his face, tickled her sensitive skin, and it only enhanced the stimulation that coursed through her body like the familiar current she always experienced.

When he pulled back to meet her eyes that fluttered open, a satisfied smile curved his lips.