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His hand on the lower end of your back is keeping you close to his body while the other is laced within yours. He smiles watching you slowly getting better at waltzing.
Outside the courtyard, the two of you intertwined in each other's arms and swayed to the tempos of adagio. Variety of once-bloomed plants, now slow wilting as the weather transcends into fall. A small gust of wind blew the dead leaves off the branches that could no longer hold on.
You rest your head on his clavicle as he no longer takes charge of the dance. Instead, he pulls you closer with his arms wrapping around you, slowly rocking. His deep voice vibrates against your ear when he speaks with such admiration about you. And you let him hold you for a long time as your thoughts began to eat away at you.
Deep within your thoughts, you remembered him speaking to you about his plans for you once the two of you were wedded. When you inquired him, he chuckled and pecked your cheek. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒆. He replied.
Oh, how you wished you knew what you would know soon.
When the song ends, he lets go of your lower back. He stares at the antiquated dress that was given to you for the wedding. The flowing embroidered patterns amongst your breasts and chest made you enticed within his eyesight. He kisses you, gently enough to not smudge your makeup.
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. He says.
You follow when your hand is pulled towards him. He guides you back inside his manor and down the long dimly lit hallway. The longer you walk the more you can feel your heart thumping in your chest. Was it something apprehensive or perhaps the consummation that was making you feel this way?
He notices your timidity and abruptly stops. He reassures you that there would be nothing to be frightened about. He promises he’ll be gentle with you.
He lays you on the bed to travel more of your exposed torso. He purrs sweet nothings as his kisses are traveling to your sternum. He adored hearing you giggling when his facial hair brushed your skin, and your fingers running through his white hair. His hands make their way to your dress, pulling it further downwards and leaving you in your undergarment. He crawls back on top of you with a hand teasingly stroking your exposed thigh, slowly working its way up to your waist.
He pulls your body to straddle his hips. Your hands cradle his face when you pull his lips to yours. His tongue enters your mouth in search of yours. His kisses are messy but careful to not let any saliva drool from the corners of your mouth. Every so often, you could feel his fangs poking your lips.
His fingernails are digging further into the skin of your hips when he's feeling you thrust underneath him. Your hands ball his hair when his lips then move to your neck, sucking and leaving small nips on your neck. He's grinning through kisses when he hears your shaky moans calling out his name. His tongue collects what bit of blood leaked from your small bites.
Your saliva and blood on his tongue, his markings on your neck, and his hands roaming and gripping the plump parts of your body were driving him into a state of blissfulness.
Then he pulls away from your blemished neck. His slender fingers wrap around the back of your head and tilt your head to the side. His breath is hot and heavy when his lips lean into your ear.
𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. His voice was husky and arousing.
His teeth puncture your soft delicate neck. He feels your fingernails dig into his bare back and your body sinking onto him. You bury your face in his neck and let out quiet whimpers as the pain worsened.
He savors the taste of your warm thick blood running down his throat; it was perfect to quench his craving, but he had to be careful not to drain you completely.
The warmth from your body leaves and becomes cold.
Even after you go limp, you remained in his arms.
Forevermore he said.