Chapter 7

Dark Ages, 1457. Don't you ever leave me! Everything was so perfect. Why did he stop? I didn’t want him to stop! My skin caught on fire and needed his touch, his hands were rough but did miracles to my burning body. “Chase my demons away, Alizandra.” he whispered to me and cupped my face. It was such a raw and desperate request, how could I ignore his plea if it made my soul cry for him? I had to do what he asked me to. The hurt and loneliness in his kiss was heart-wrenching, so I kissed him back in a passionate way before he met me with his own savage fire. I’ve never felt anything like the sensations he was awakening in me, it was sweet agony. He was desperate for branding me his, but at the same time trying so hard to control himself and be gentle in his ways. “I will,” I told him, staring into those tormented eyes. “But for that, you have to let them loose…” and I didn’t need to say more, all his control evaporated, and I was thrown in bed with him holding my hands above my head, giving an almost full view of my naked body. He peppered kisses from my lips to the neck, and deliciously nibbled on my skin. “I love your long, delicate neckline, it makes me think sinful things...” he whispered lightly biting and brushing his beard to my skin torturing me beyond insanity. I could feel him pulsing nestled between my legs; I bucked my hips and hearing him groan just added to my lustful state. I couldn’t touch him, and I was easy prey to a predator. He was rugged in his ways, but that just made me want him more. Licking his way down to my breasts, tasting me like I was made of sugar, he lavished me with his tongue making my mounds swell under his mouth, and yes, he was a wicked devil assailing me the way he was doing it. He sucked my nipples into hard peaks, while his tongue swirled around making them into pebbles. Slowly teasing me, he skimmed his hands down anxiously and found the spot between my thighs playing with my wet folds and making me writhe underneath his muscled body. “Please, let me touch you…” I begged, my heart racing against my chest. “Not yet” he bossed me with an evil smirk on his lips, and with that he doubled his efforts scraping his teeth on my aroused flesh, nipping at my breasts just to soothe after with hot and moist kisses. I couldn’t bring myself to think straight anymore. “Vlad, please. I have to touch you, please,” I begged again in a soft sultry voice and that did the trick. He released my arms and I tugged on that mop of hair arching my back and bringing him closer to me capturing his mouth in a smoldering kiss, then I worked my way down to the hollow of his throat nibbling at his heated skin, while my hands traveled down his chest to his chiseled belly and once it reached its destination I dragged a loud groan from him when I closed my fingers around his length feeling it twitch in my palm, growing harder. “Evil woman,” he managed to grunt out of breath and I smirked at him, still holding him to me. “I will make you mine forever,” he whispered and all sense of reality disappeared when he played again at my center and I felt his finger slide into me, and then another, and another, stretching me in a painful, but delightful away making me buck against his hand. Raking my fingernails through his back I felt him shiver under my touch, sweat coated us turning our bodies slick and hot. He withdrew from me and brought his fingers to his mouth savoring my juices. “Sweet and heady, perfectly you.” I couldn’t wait anymore and neither did he. I needed him to give me a release, it was too much. He stared at me with hooded eyes and without warning, he took my mouth again in a wild and intense kiss, and he plunged inside me. My cries were muffled by his mouth on mine, he pushed deeper and I clawed his back feeling myself tear, a momentarily piercing pain washing over me, then he paused, giving my body time to adjust to his. “Relax for me, Liz,” he whispered on my lips and started moving slowly and building the pressure, as my blood rushed on my veins like molten lava making the pain give away to pure ecstasy. “Don’t. Ever. Leave me… I forbid you.” He drove inside me filling me to the hilt, plunging hard and fast until I felt my walls clench around him, my hips bucked and met him in every thrust, he shuddered, growing thicker inside me, and in a few more quick strokes I melted in his arms and a burst of light exploded behind my eyes, then I heard him cry while waves of release rushed over our bodies, and he crashed on top of me, both of us exhausted holding to each other, and hearts in a frantic beat. I embraced him to me and entangled my legs in his, as we stayed there for a while I didn’t even mind his weight on me, I just wanted him closer to my ravished body and bask in the after bliss I felt. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” he asked me, as I heard the worried tone in his voice. “No, you didn’t, you were perfect.” he scanned my face, maybe trying to catch me in a lie. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m not lying to you,” I laughed softly. I would never imagine him worrying about these things, then once more he kissed me gently, taking his time exploring every corner of my mouth and my body came to life again, and I stunned him, kissing him back with such urgency and possessiveness until our bodies caught on fire again, and we spent the whole night making love to each other. He branded me his forever. The sun filtered through the window and bathed my bed in a warm cozy way, stretching my body. I felt the delicious soreness left from that beautiful night. I looked to my side, and he was already gone, and a stung in my chest made its way to my heart. I wanted to wake up to him there with me, but by the position of the sun, probably was already mid-morning. As soon as I got out of bed, Liana came in. She was a sweet girl who worked in the castle and was assigned as my personal attendant. “Good Morning, miss. I prepared a bath for you, I thought you might want it.” “Great, thank you so much. And please, call me Alizandra.” “But if the master catches me doing it, I’m roasted.” I understood her concerns, but I hated it to be called like that. “Don’t worry about it, he won’t mind,” I assured her. “Why everything is so silent, usually is a mess of noises.” “The rebuilding is done, miss. Sorry, Alizandra.” “Oh!” the news surprised me. “Where’s Vlad?” “He’s in the field with his men finishing up things.” when she averted her eyes, right there I knew he was up to something. “Finishing up things?” she only nodded to me not saying a word about his doings. “And?” “It’s not in my place to talk about what my master does, so please, let’s get you to your bath, and you can talk to him yourself?” and seeing her bounce on her feet and rub her neck I decided not to force her to do something, that it would make her more nervous than she already was. “Fine. Let’s go,” and she led me to the bathtub. The water was warm and soothing to my sore muscles, and I didn’t regret taking my time there letting my mind wander back to the night we spent together, as I felt an erratic beat in my chest just to think of him. The future carried an uncertainty, and I hoped from the bottom of my heart that he didn’t leave me out of his life, even if it meant for me to see the atrocities of his world. What I saw yesterday was a fragile and tortured soul hidden from the world, and once he walked away from me, dressing himself in that hard carapace of him that no one could go through. Loud noises and screams took me out of my daydreams and I got out of the water, enveloped myself in a towel, and rushed to the bedroom where Liana was holding a dress waiting for me. “What’s wrong? What’s all the screaming?” “I don’t know, miss. But it’s better you get dressed, hurry.” and she got busy helping me out.