Chapter 248: Never Really Left
Beneath the moonlight’s enchanting embrace, Samantha comfortably nestled herself in the protective arms of Ivan, whilst her fetching actions reminded him of a cat. His porcelain skin contrasted starkly with her natural rosy complexion, and she was so fragile, so small against him, he wanted to shield her completely from the odds of the world.
Yawning softly, her eyelids were getting heavy as she rested her head on his chest, and she no longer had the energy to keep them open. In the midst of dozing into her slumbers, a contented smile curved her lips when she felt him place an endearing kiss on her forehead, whilst his hands moved away the golden strands of hair from her face.
"Sleep tight, my little lamb." He whispered against her forehead, his voice, a haunting lullaby that coaxed her into surrendering to her slumbers, whilst she relaxed against him, nestling closer, and he protectively kept her close.
In no time, she was fast asleep, and he was watching her. Samantha’s soft, innocent features were the epitome of beauty itself, and Ivan watched with a reverence that only an immortal could possess. His hands reached forward to caress her delicate features– it was a touch so tender, it seemed at odds with his insatiable desire, but to his unexpected surprise, she subconsciously leaned into his touch, almost as if she could sense the familiar feeling of his presence, even in her subconsciouses.
"My sweet girl." He murmured with an unrestrained smile.
To Ivan, she was a vision of purity and fragility, akin to a living masterpiece in the gallery of his darkness. Every rise and fall of her chest, every flutter of her long straight lashes, was a delicate brush stroke in the painting of his immortal existence– she became his reality.
Inadvertently, his gaze lowered to her lips that were reddened and swollen from his rough kisses, whilst he brushed his index finger over the curve of her bottom lip.
He thought he had been gentle enough.
Sighing softly at his own actions, he suddenly heard her mumble a few incoherent words to herself before smacking her enticing lips together. Her hands went around him, and like a hugging pillow, she held him tight, a satisfied smile gracing her lips at the comfort it brought her. Her golden-blonde hair, like a radiant halo, lay cradled in the arms of Ivan... and he could tell she was having a pleasant dream.
His crimson eyes, intense and unyielding, remained fixed as he observed every little move she made. With an almost maniacal fervor, his unending hunger for her presence consumed him. The soft sigh that escaped her parted lips only fueled his obsession, stoking the flames of longing that danced in his crimson eyes, and like a moth drawn to a flame, he couldn’t resist rubbing his nose intimately against her own.
Their environment was draped in an eerie, sensual silence, save for the rhythmic symphony of his little lamb’s breathing. He listened to it, and it became his favorite melody, knowing she was at peace, and her heart unburdened. His lips parted slightly, revealing the glint of sharp, ivory fangs, and he had used it to bite her earlier, which she remained oblivious to since she was consumed by raw pleasure, and remembering it all– to him, she wasn’t just a vision of beauty, but an all-consuming passion, a love so profound as it was forbidden.