Page 12 of Samuel's Bloody Obsession

I inwardly groaned at the blatant hunger in her eyes green eyes. She would have been one heck of a femme fatale vampire who wouldn’t need any trickery of powers. One come hither look would have men at her beck and call. I frowned at the thought as I walked her towards the car. It was just as well that she had barely left my sight since coming to Elgin.

I opened the door for her, and my cock jerked when I saw her black and red toeless shoes. Her nails were painted red to match her outfit. I decided red was my favourite colour. It seemed fitting on all accounts. I quickly shut her door before I raced around to the driver’s side and started the engine to get her to my house.

The house had been fully refurbished to bring it up to modern standards. Every instruction I had given to the interior decorator had been around my future family and Charlotte’s preferences. I’d had enough time to study her likes and dislikes, not to mention the amount of time I’d spent rummaging through her belongings while she slept. She never noticed her missing underwear from her laundry basket or if she did, she had never mentioned it to me.

Within five minutes, I turned into my estate, and Charlotte looked at me.

“You’re making dinner?” She asked with the surprise clear in her voice.

“Yes.”

“But yae don’t eat.”

“No, but I can enjoy a little wine with you,” I said, amused because it would be more than the wine I would be drinking tonight.

I parked in front of the house haphazardly and quickly opened the door for her.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to your super speed. It makes me dizzy,” she said as she climbed out of the car.

She wore a long black cardigan or jacket due to the cold, but the heating was on in the house, so that would be coming off as soon as she stepped through the door.

“You will be pleased to know that I don’t do everything fast,” I murmured into her ear as I placed my hand on her waist and guided her towards the house.

Once I put dinner in the oven, I gave Charlotte a tour of the house. I didn’t care that she had seen the three bedrooms I’d earmarked for our children. These rooms were left in white and cream colours because Charlotte could decorate the bedrooms however she wanted.

“Yae have a beautiful home, Samuel,” she said as she sat at the dining table.

“Thank you,” I said, pushing her chair in before whizzing back to the kitchen to get her dinner.

I'd watched Charlotte eat countless times, but there was something satisfying about being able to cook for her and feed her. She cared for so many people, and many times she would buy them natural vitamins or make them a variety of food or drink depending on their ailments, but no one cared for the carer. It was one of the many reasons I tortured myself by remaining close to her.

I had the whole weekend to spend with her, and I would savour every drop of her blood. My sweet blood mate had me ensnared in ways I’d never imagined. To have her in my home, at my table, enjoying her food and drink made me feel like a worthy of her. I wanted to take care of her every need.

“That was delicious. I can't believe you can cook this well,” she said, chasing the last piece of baby carrot around the plate with her fork.

I wouldn't be telling her that I’d been studying cookery books and cooking channels before I attempted to make my first disastrous meal. She had eaten attempt number six.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it,” I said with a smile before I cleared her plate and brought her dessert.

It was a chocolate mouse with a cherry compote. It was a favourite of hers when she was due her period. That had been a difficult week for me. When her face twisted in pleasure, I gripped the table tightly. I quickly let it go when the wood began to splinter. Charlotte looked up at me in surprise, and I gave her a tight smile before sipping my wine.

“This is heavenly,” she said before she put her spoon into the clear dessert glass again. When the glass shattered in my hand, Charlotte frowned at me, but it didn't stop her from eating more of her dark chocolate cherry dessert.

I calmly stood up and wiped the pieces of glass from my hand before lifting Charlotte up to run up the stairs. When I got into the bedroom, I gently placed her on the bed and took the dessert and spoon out of her hands.

“There is more in the fridge. You can eat as much of it as you want later,” I said, but my voice came out in a snarl as I placed the items at the side of the bed.

When I glanced back at Charlotte, her mouth was still parted, and she had some dark chocolate smeared on her painted lips. A groan escaped my mouth before I leapt onto the bed, placing my body over hers, and gently licked her lips. Her shaky breath and rapid heartbeat drove me to the point of no return. I claimed her lips beneath mine while placing my fingertips on the pulsating carotid artery on her neck.

Every predatory sense within me was focused on Charlotte. I plunged my tongue into her hot, waiting mouth, finally possessing her in the smouldering moment. My eyes closed when I felt her hand on my neck. I deepened the kiss before running my tongue over her lips again to take every bit of sweetness from her. These weren’t the set of lips I was after.

I removed my hand from her neck and pushed the soft material of her dress up, until my hand glided up her outer thigh. I frowned when I got to her hips and didn’t feel any underwear. It dawned on me that she had gone commando. When I glanced up at her, she had a wicked smile and a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well played, Charlotte, well played,” I said with reluctant admiration. All that fuck me moaning had been for my benefit. She had more of Glenda in her than she cared to admit.

“It’s the least I could do fur yae after all the crazy shit yae have pulled these last two months.”

“It’s been seven weeks, three days and nine hours that I’ve ached for you in a thousand different ways,” I murmured as I pulled away from her and stripped out of my clothes, uncaring that the buttons and cufflinks were flying in all directions in the air. She had no idea what it had taken for me to hold myself back.

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