Page 11 of Married to the Vampire Prince

Silas looked proud of me for a moment. He placed himself at my entrance.

He pushed into me with a single long thrust.

I screamed his name, shocked by the sudden intrusion. He was huge, and my body had to stretch around him to accommodate his width.

We remained this way for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes. In Silas’ gaze I saw lust and… adoration for me.

“You can move,” I finally said.

I wanted to feel him more.

I didn’t have to ask Silas twice. He pulled out of me, then sheathed himself inside of me again. Again and again he thrust into me. His movements were powerful.

This experience was what it truly meant to be fucked.

I was enjoying every moment of this roughness. I hadn’t even known before now that I could like things so rough, that I needed to be treated with such dominance, that sex could feel so good.

Silas leaned over me, and I felt his fangs against my neck.

I tensed around him, and he slowed his movements.

“It will sting for a moment, but it won’t hurt. I swear,” Silas whispered.

“Okay…” I gave a soft confirmation.

He gave me one more powerful thrust, then just as he sheathed himself inside my body completely, his fangs pricked the skin of my neck. He bit into me.

A wave of such pure ecstasy washed over me. I could do nothing else but scream Silas’ name and hold on to him for dear life. I let the pleasure pull me under, or perhaps it pulled me higher. I had no idea what was happening anymore.

I felt Silas drinking my blood as his own climax came, him spilling his cum inside me.

When I came down from the orgasm, I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I was tired. I needed to rest. A little sleep wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

The last thing I felt was being lifted up and tucked underneath the covers.

I dreamed of pleasant things, and when I woke up after – what I assumed was – a few good hours of sleep, I found my limbs entangled with… those of my husband. One of Silas’ hands was on my midriff, the other beneath my head.

Had he stayed with me all night? Vampires didn’t sleep, but they did meditate to keep their sanity. A brain needed to rest from time to time, whether it belonged to a human or a vampire. Still, I didn’t know how long I had slept. Vampires needed around four hours of meditation, and it felt like I’d had a full night’s sleep.fThe curtains were pulled shut, so I had no idea what time of the day it was.

When I stirred to take a closer look at the windows, Silas’ eyes opened.

“Morning,” I gave him a soft smile.

He blinked once, then twice, and looked down at his hand around my waist.

Quickly, he pulled his hand away from my body and out from under my head too. He got up and picked up his robe.

I gave him a startled look. Why was he acting so skittish?

“I’ve got work to do. See you later.” His voice sounded strained.

He didn’t wait for my reply. He was out of the room before I could react.

How strange. Was he embarrassed about cuddling with me all night? Or was he really very busy and had just stayed with me for too long? The idea made me feel remorse at sleeping so much. He could have left me anytime after we’d had sex if he’d really needed to go.

Still, a warm feeling bloomed in my heart when I thought of the fact that he had chosen to stay with me until morning.

Silas really was a puzzle. The question was, would I have enough courage to solve his mysteries?

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