Conquering His Cold Heart

He could tell that this hunger was different. The urge was even more intense than his hunger for blood. It was so strong that he was barely able to hold himself from jumping on the bed and pinning Anastasia down with his body.

He wanted to rip those clothes apart and worship every nook and crannies of her body with his tongue. He felt this unbearable compulsion to taste the titillating body of his wife... he needed to.

So he let out a ragged breath and uttered in a seductive whisper, “Let me help you take it off.”

His words made Anastasia gasp so suddenly that she almost choked. She closed her eyes and gulped hardly. And when she opened her eyes, she could see from the corner that his hand was already approaching her shoulder.

“Ta-Take what o-off?” she leaned away from him and asked with haste. Her emerald eyes were questioning her husband’s intention.

The moment her question dropped, Caspian’s cold lips lightly grazed her ear and she could hear his sensual whisper, “Your gown... it’s wet... and so are you.”

Anastasia’s heartbeat was instantly out of control. She parted her lips and breathed in sharply as the dizzying sensation took over her. There was something about his voice, it was so unbearably enticing that she wanted to surrender herself to whatever he was about to do to her.

But all of this was very new to her. And she tried to send him off by saying, “No, I’m not wet.” She fanned her burning cheeks and ears with her palms and added, “I’m just a little hot.”

.....

But that reply seemed to backfire on her as he was now on the bed... one of his folded knees in between her thighs and the other knee straddling one of her thighs. His hands were already tracing her waist and his face was now so close to her that their hot and cold breath was intermingling in harmony.

Even in the insufficient moonlight, Anastasia could swear that she had never seen a man this angelic in her life before. She was captivated by her husband’s face and was unable to tear off her gaze no matter how much she tried. It was as though he was able to imprison her consciousness just with one look of his eyes.

And she heard his desperate whisper while his eyes were fixated on her lips, “Yeah, that too. But not just a little, you are extremely hot.”

As though he wasn’t close enough already, Caspian leaned further down towards her. His spellbinding face blurred and all she could focus on were his lips.

His lips got even closer to her and they were now lightly brushing her yielding lips. His cool breath was infiltrating her parted lips and so were his words, “You are so hot that you are melting my icy body into a puddle.”

To Anastasia, that light brushing on her lips was enough to send shivers down her spine. He made her whole body tremble, not in fear but in anticipation of something which she had never experienced before.

His whisper reverberated on her ear again, sending a series of sparks in her heart, “Wife, I don’t think I can control my cravings any longer. I want you. I want you now.”

His whisper was so loud and clear on that quiet night that Anastasia’s mind was filled with thousands of questions. But she didn’t need to wait long to find her answers.

Anastasia found Caspian’s lips dangerously close to her lips again. And this time, his lips didn’t just brush against her lips, he claimed them.

She could feel his tantalizing lips moving against her now tightly closed lips. For a second, she was afraid of whatever it was that Caspian was going to do to her. But his lips felt so soft against hers that she was surprised a vampire could be so gentle.

With every soft jab of his lips, she felt him trying to pry open her lips. And as if she was hypnotized by him, she obeyed the unspoken order of her husband.

She ever so slightly parted her lips and the moment she did so, his tongue invaded her mouth like a hurricane and swept away all her senses. His sweet taste that entered her mouth was so dizzying that she had to knot her fists in his shirt to keep her from falling back.

His soft kiss now increased in intensity. He began kissing her fervently as though he had been waiting for hundreds of years for this very moment.

His kiss was now hungrier and raw. His tongue was constantly pushing its way into her mouth. His lips were licking and sucking her tender lips. And his teeth were nipping her lower lip every once in a while.

Caspian was making her feel emotions that she never knew that her body was capable of feeling. And surprisingly enough, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep on kissing her until the moonlight would give way to the sunrays.

This was Anastasia’s very first kiss and she was a little worried that she wouldn’t be able to meet her husband’s expectations. But before she knew it, she was already wrapping her slender arms around his nape and was kissing him back with equal passion.

She could hear Caspian’s suppressed moans every now and then. If she could only decipher what those moans meant, then she would know that she was fairing far better than what she credited herself with.

After quite some time, Caspian left her lips to let her catch her breath. Her lips began to tremble after that long and passionate first kiss. And she lovingly gazed at Caspian’s longing eyes with bated breath. She was feeling as though her stomach was now home to hundreds of butterflies.

And just when she thought that they both had reached the peak of their bodily pleasure, she felt Caspian’s palm slowly moving up her waist and then crawling even further up to her breast.

She thought it would move further up to her neck or jaw but could be any more mistaken?

He gently pinched her hardened nipple and kneaded her breast with such motion that she felt a burst of emotion running down her stomach and further down.

Anastasia abruptly grabbed his wrist. And she couldn’t help but squirm and moan in great pleasure, “Mmm... Caspian!”

A satisfied smirk appeared on Caspian’s hungry lips. He slipped the strap of her bedgown from her shoulder and leaned down to give a warm kiss on her breast.

Anastasia arched her back and gripped his blonde hair with her slender fingers. She hyperventilated in pleasure and moaned some more, “Cas-pian...”

And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss.

He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.”

Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet, even after he said those words to her.

So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”