Ch. 396..400: The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride Chapter 396-400

Chapter 396: Give your sorrows to me

"Griffin told her?!" Magnus raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.

Alora nodded, placing the hairbrush gently on the dressing table. "Yes, he did. I never realized how much he had gone through. His life has been harder than I ever imagined." She rose from the velvety chair and turned to face him, her expression soft. "Thank you for saving him, Magnus. You gave him more than just a second chance—you gave his life new meaning."

Magnus shrugged, his voice steady but thoughtful. "I saw it in his eyes, the fire for revenge. It felt like fate brought us together that night because I was searching for someone in the forest."

"Searching for whom?" Alora asked, curious.

"Damien Von Grimm. I received intel that he had been spotted in County Arcaria—the same place Griffin came from," Magnus revealed, his tone darkening slightly.

"Arcaria," Alora whispered, processing the connection.

Magnus leaned back, folding his arms as he reflected. "Griffin lost everything—his family, his home. But he never let it break him. He’s stronger than most people I know, and he’s become a true friend. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d ever open up like that to anyone."

Alora slipped under the covers beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him, her eyes soft with understanding and admiration for both men.

"Because he likes Selvina and wants to make her his," Alora replied, her voice soft but knowing. She glanced at Magnus, her lips forming a slight pout. "You never tell me anything about your past."

Magnus chuckled at her playful expression, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair. "There’s nothing worth telling, really. My past is just filled with work—nothing more. Anything important, I’ve already shared with you."

Not satisfied, Alora caught his wrist, bringing his hand to her lips. She kissed his knuckles tenderly, her gaze trailing over the rings on his fingers. "I’ll be joining the council after Brother Izaak’s marriage," she said with quiet determination, her eyes shining with resolve.

Magnus smiled, proud of her strength and resolve. "I’ll be glad to see you take charge. My fierce Alora, pressing every noble beneath her feet."

Alora laughed, her amusement ringing softly through the room. "I don’t press anyone beneath my feet. That’s not my style. I’ve never enjoyed bringing pain to others." Her expression softened as she continued, "Mother was in tears today, you know? She’s so happy for Venus. She’s finally found a man who won’t hurt her. I trust Odin, mainly because I trust your choice in friends. But honestly, I don’t know him very well. What’s your opinion of him?"

Magnus tilted his head slightly, considering her question. "Odin is... a very straightforward person. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries or sugarcoating. He’ll tell you exactly what’s on his mind, and that bluntness can sometimes come across as harsh. His words aren’t always easy to hear."

Alora frowned, concern flickering in her eyes. "Do you think he might have said something that hurt Venus?"

Magnus hesitated for a moment, recalling the recent tensions between Odin and Venus, but decided not to delve into it. He didn’t want to worry Alora unnecessarily. "I really wouldn’t know. I haven’t looked into it that deeply," he said, keeping his tone light.

Alora seemed to relax a bit, trusting his answer. "Alright," she murmured. "Shall we sleep then? Although, before we drift off, I find myself wanting something."

Magnus raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against her lips. "And what might that be?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. Without waiting for a reply, he kissed her slowly, sensually, drawing out the moment as his lips caressed hers.

Alora’s response was immediate, her hands quickly locking behind his neck, pulling him even closer. She kissed him back with equal tenderness, the warmth between them growing as they deepened the kiss.

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Venus turned around on the bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, nightmares had begun haunting her, vivid and terrifying. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eugene—his menacing figure surrounded by werewolves—moving in to kill her. The horrific scenes kept replaying in her mind, and now, well past midnight, she felt too scared to even try to sleep.

"I wish Odin were here," she whispered into the quiet room. The thought slipped out before she could stop it. She had left the balcony door open on purpose, hoping he might sense her need for him.

But she quickly scolded herself, lightly patting her cheeks. "How could I think like that? He’s not even my wedded husband yet," she murmured, trying to push the longing aside. Turning to the other side, she stared blankly at the wall, willing her racing heart to calm.

Suddenly, she heard the door thud open and felt the presence of someone near her bed. Her heart leapt in hope. "Odin!" she called out excitedly as she turned—only to be met with a vision that chilled her to the core. It wasn’t Odin. It was Eugene.

"I’m going to take you with me, Venus!" Eugene growled, his voice dripping with malice.

A scream escaped Venus as she jolted awake, her body trembling from the nightmare. She sat up, gasping for breath, her mind still in the grip of the terrifying vision.

"Venus, what happened?" Odin’s calm voice broke through the haze of fear. He was sitting on the bed, looking at her with concern. He had arrived ten minutes earlier and had quietly taken a seat beside her when he found her asleep.

Without thinking, Venus threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as her body shook with fear. "I saw Eugene... He-he said he would take me away," she stuttered, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Odin gently caressed the back of her head, his hand soothing her with gentle pats. "It was just a nightmare, Venus. Eugene can’t come to you. He’s dead. Don’t let those thoughts trouble you," he whispered softly, his words calming the storm inside her. Slowly, he helped her lie back down and pulled the duvet over her.

"When did you arrive?" Venus asked after a few moments of quiet, her voice still shaky but calmer.

"It’s been more than ten minutes," Odin replied, his tone light but comforting.

"Can you stay a bit longer?" she asked, her voice filled with a quiet plea.

"I can stay until the early morning if that’s okay with you," Odin remarked, his lips curving into a soft smile.

"I don’t mind," Venus responded, a small smile touching her own lips. She reached over to tug at the duvet. "Will you stay seated the whole time? It’s cold out... You can share the blanket with me," she offered, her voice soft but sincere.

Odin hesitated for a moment but then slid under the duvet beside her. "I love the cold weather, but I would like to share it with you," he said with a smirk. They both slept by each other’s side, their eyes remained locked.

"Venus, you know you’re beautiful," Odin remarked, his tone shifting to something softer, more sincere.

Venus chuckled softly. "I thought I was ugly in your eyes," she teased, remembering his initial indifference.

"Was... not anymore," Odin admitted, his voice deeper with emotion. "I can’t deny it anymore—you have a beautiful face. Your eyes, your cute button-like nose, and your lips... everything about you is perfect."

A flush of warmth spread across Venus’s cheeks, her face blooming with a deep blush. His words caught her off guard, but they filled her with a warmth she hadn’t expected.

Without hesitation, Odin leaned in, closing the small gap between them. His lips brushed against hers in a soft kiss, gentle yet filled with intent.

Venus hesitated for a moment, pulling back slightly. "We-we aren’t married yet," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty.

"But we will be soon," Odin whispered against her lips, his hand gently cradling the back of her head. He kissed her again, this time lighter, as if his lips were the brush of a feather. Each kiss made her melt further into him, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Slowly, her hesitation faded away as her body relaxed, and she allowed herself to surrender to the tenderness of the moment, letting herself drown in the warmth of his touch.

"Ahh!" Venus yelped in pain when his teeth bit her lower lip. Odin darted his tongue out, wiping the blood clean, taking some in his tongue, feeling a new kind of sensation traveling in his entire body.

Odin didn’t kiss for too long and slowly withdrew. He began peppering kisses along her jaw line before burying her face in the crook of her neck.

Venus’s eyes would momentarily close and shut. She could feel the cold sweat forming in her palms. "Give your sorrows to me. I’ll make sure you get rid of them tonight," he murmured against her smooth, milky skin.

"I trust you, Odin," Venus said, resting her hand on his shoulder before gradually moving it to his hair.

Chapter 397: To the Northern border

Venus woke up feeling unusually refreshed. The absence of nightmares left her well-rested, though she noticed Odin was no longer beside her. After stretching and savoring the rare peacefulness, she headed to the washroom to get ready for the day.

Once prepared, Venus made her way downstairs, where she found Odin sitting with his parents. He had changed clothes, which meant he must have left earlier and returned before she woke.

"Venus is here!" Norman called out with a warm laugh, his eyes lighting up as she appeared.

Odin stood as she descended the stairs, a small smile playing on his lips. Though Venus was dressed simply, something about her presence caught his attention, making her seem even more beautiful in his eyes.

Venus greeted her parents first, then curtsied politely in Odin’s direction.

"Since when have we started with such formalities?" Odin teased, stepping closer to her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Norman and Rhea exchanged knowing smiles, their hearts full of joy at the sight of their daughter and Odin together.

"I’d like to take Venus out later today, with your permission, of course," Odin said, turning respectfully to her parents.

Rhea beamed at her daughter before responding, "We have no problem, Lord Odin. You two enjoy your time." She then gestured toward the dining table. "But first, let’s have breakfast together. I’m sure you’ll join us, Odin."

Odin gave a nod, his gaze never straying far from Venus as they all headed to the dining table for the meal.

Once they finished their meal, Venus and Odin left the house together. As they settled into the comfort of the carriage, Venus broke the silence. "Thank you for staying with me last night," she said softly.

Odin glanced at her, sensing the underlying tension in her voice. "What’s been bothering you lately?" he asked, his concern clear.

Venus hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice carrying a trace of uncertainty. "I just hope this time... nothing goes wrong with my marriage."

"It won’t," Odin replied firmly, his hand reaching out to grasp hers. "I didn’t ask for your hand in marriage to hurt you, Venus. I love you, and I’m sincere in my feelings."

"I know that, Odin," she sighed, looking away for a moment. "It’s just..." Her voice trailed off, unable to fully express the lingering doubts from her past.

As the carriage began to move, Odin gently grasped her hands, urging her to look at him. When she met his eyes, he cupped her face between his palms, his touch tender and reassuring. "I know your first marriage ended badly, and it left you with regret," he said softly. "But you deserve happiness, Venus. You don’t need to carry that burden anymore. Focus on us, on our future. I won’t let anything harm you."

Venus hummed. "I know. I trust you. I had a good sleep last night because you were by my side," she stated.

"Then, I’ll come to sleep with you every night till the day we get married. What about that?" Odin inquired.

"If you want to come, then I won’t stop you," Venus asserted. "Besides it’s comforting to sleep in your presence," she added.

"Wonderful! I’ll come everyday then," Odin said and pressed his lips on the middle of her forehead.

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"My marriage keeps getting delayed, and it’s making me more restless by the day," Izaak grumbled, slumping onto the recliner with a sigh. "Why do all the discussions have to drag on forever? And now, it seems I need to head to the Northern border too."

"Why the Northern border?" Alaric asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend’s sudden mention of it.

"Something’s happened there," Izaak replied, his tone growing more serious. "There’s trouble brewing, and I’ve been called to deal with it." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "As if I don’t have enough on my plate already with the wedding delays."

"Then when will Brother Izaak finally get married?" Alaric asked, half-joking, though curiosity clearly lingered in his tone.

Izaak leaned back, thinking. "Probably after I return from the North. I was considering taking Melody with me, but I can’t compromise her safety for my own selfish reasons."

Alaric chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "I think taking Melody could actually be fun for you, Brother Izaak. You’d get to spend more time with her, and maybe she’d enjoy the change of scenery. Of course, you’ll need to plan the safest routes to the North first."

Izaak mulled over the idea, a smile forming on his lips. "You’re right. Melody’s been stuck in the palace for too long, doing the same things day in and day out. It’ll be good for both of us. A change of pace." His eyes brightened at the thought. "I’ll make sure everything’s safe, and she’ll come along. She deserves to see more than just the palace walls."

"I agree. Scarlet and I will be leaving by the end of this week as well," Alaric said. "I suppose Brother Izaak will be returning late from the North?"

"Yes, it’ll likely take around a month," Izaak replied with a heavy sigh. "There are some important matters that need my attention, especially with the growing tension."

Alaric nodded, offering, "If Brother Izaak needs me, I can accompany you as well."

Izaak shook his head. "No, that’s not necessary. Other nobles will be coming along. Quentin, Elder William’s son, will be among them. There’s a fight brewing between the werewolves and vampires, and I need to negotiate a truce. But before I even attempt that, I need to assess the situation on the ground. A lot of factors are involved, according to the reports."

Alaric’s expression grew more serious as he recalled past events. "Yes, that does sound familiar. I remember a couple of years ago, there were conflicts between vampires and werewolves in that region."

Izaak nodded grimly. "The border has always been a weak spot for uprisings. Last time, the situation was resolved quickly, but this time, it’s far more troublesome. The level of unrest is deeply worrying." He then knitted his brows in thought.

Chapter 398: Elliot is back

Alora was playing chess alone, her focus on the board, when suddenly a hand reached over and moved the knight, capturing one of her white pawns. She looked up, startled, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Elliot!" she gasped, jumping out of her seat and throwing her arms around her younger brother.

Elliot returned the embrace but paused, sensing something off. Her warmth was gone, and there was no trace of the familiar human scent. His eyes narrowed in realization as he gently pushed her back to look at her. "You’re not human anymore."

Alora smiled softly. "No, I’m not. It’s a long story... I’ve become a vampire, like you." Her gaze shifted over him, noticing his build. "But look at you! You’ve grown so strong... I can sense it."

Elliot nodded. "I’ve been working hard."

"Have you been home yet?" Alora asked. "Last I heard, Magnus mentioned you might not be able to stay there at night. Odin said he’d take you to his place."

"I haven’t been home," Elliot admitted. "I wanted to come here first. I owe Prince Magnus my thanks for helping me that day. But seeing you here—well, this is the best surprise." He hesitated, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But why do you still look so human? I thought it took women a year to fully transform into vampires. What happened? How is this possible?"

Before Alora could answer, a deep voice cut through the room. "Your late grandmother had a hand in it," Magnus said, striding in with Tobias following closely behind, his presence commanding as always.

Elliot immediately turned and greeted both Magnus and Tobias with respect.

Magnus approached and placed a reassuring hand on Elliot’s shoulder. "Welcome to Velaris," he said, before letting his hand drop.

Elliot’s face paled at Magnus’s words. "Thank you. Did my grandmother... passed away?" He looked between them in shock. "What happened? Why didn’t anyone tell me? And how is she involved in Sister Alora’s this form?" His confusion grew, as his eyes searched theirs for answers.

Magnus sighed and motioned for everyone to sit. Once they were settled on the sofa, he began to explain the situation, his voice was both calm and firm.

"Your grandmother made choices driven by hatred, Elliot. She joined hands with an enemy," Magnus said, his gaze steady. "In the end, I had no choice but to kill her."

Elliot’s fists clenched as he looked down, trying to process the news. "How could she...?" His voice was low, trembling with suppressed anger.

Alora reached out, gently placing her hand on his arm. "I know it’s hard to accept. What she did wasn’t just out of hatred for Magnus... but out of her own bitterness. Father was devastated. She didn’t care for him, not even once."

Elliot’s face tightened, the swirl of emotions clear in his expression. "I just hoped it wouldn’t come to this..."

"No one could have stopped her," Alora continued softly. "I wish it could have been different, but there was no other way."

Elliot nodded slowly, his eyes hardening. "She did wrong. And she got the punishment she deserved for it."

"You should go home now. Your parents need you more," Magnus suggested, his tone gentle yet firm. Alora nodded, giving Elliot an encouraging smile.

"Yes, I’ll leave now," Elliot agreed, standing up. "But I’ll come to see you again, Sister Alora."

"I’ll be waiting," Alora responded warmly, her smile bright.

Magnus gestured to Tobias, who bowed respectfully before leading Elliot toward the exit. As the door closed behind them, Magnus turned his attention back to Alora, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

"You were playing chess... all by yourself?" he mused.

Alora grinned. "Yes, I thought I’d practice alone so that one day I could finally defeat you."

Magnus chuckled softly, but before he could respond, Alora’s expression shifted. "Elliot is back," she said, her smile widening. "My family feels whole again."

Magnus wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her gently toward him. Her head rested comfortably on his shoulder as he held her close.

"Izaak’s marriage has been delayed," Magnus remarked after a brief silence.

Alora immediately lifted her head, her brow furrowed in concern. "What? Why?"

"Father wants him to take charge of the situation at the Northern Border," Magnus explained. "Something’s brewing between the werewolves and vampires."

Alora’s worry deepened. "Is it serious?"

"It is," Magnus confirmed. "The minimum time he’ll need to be there is a month, but it could take much longer." He sighed, his gaze distant as he thought about the potential dangers.

"What about Melody then?" Alora asked, her concern evident. "They both will miss each other terribly."

Magnus leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Izaak did mention the possibility of taking her with him to the Northern Border, but I’m not sure how practical that would be, given the situation. It’s a conflict zone, and the dangers are real. I don’t think it’s the best place for her."

Alora sighed, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the chessboard. "Problems seem to arise out of nowhere, don’t they? One minute, everything seems fine, and the next, there’s chaos."

Magnus nodded in agreement. "That’s the nature of our world. Peace is always fragile."

Alora’s gaze shifted to him, her expression thoughtful. "And what about Sister Lillian’s marriage? Is there any news on that?"

Magnus’s eyes softened slightly. "I think her wedding will take place soon. Father and Mother don’t want to delay it any longer. They’ve already started making arrangements."

Alora smiled at the thought. "That’s good to hear. Sister Lillian has always been eager to get married after meeting Lewis. She’s been talking about it for weeks now, dreaming about her wedding day."

Magnus chuckled softly. "Yes, she has. And I think it will be a grand celebration, just as she’s always wanted. Our parents are determined to make sure it happens without delay."

"She’ll be happy," Alora said, her smile warm. "And I think it will be nice to have something joyous amidst all this uncertainty."

"Indeed," Magnus agreed. "We could all use a reason to celebrate."

Chapter 399: I dare to dream

"Ah, Melody, we truly had no desire to delay this marriage, but it seems circumstances have left us no choice," Queen Margaret said gently, patting Melody’s hands in reassurance.

"I understand, Your Majesty. The situation in the North is undoubtedly of great urgency," Melody replied graciously, her voice calm. "I’m not in a rush. I can wait as long as necessary."

Just then, Izaak entered the chamber, halting his steps upon seeing them. "Mother? I didn’t expect you here—I thought you’d be preoccupied with Lillian’s wedding preparations." He bowed respectfully before approaching.

Queen Margaret gave him a warm smile. "I came to inform Melody of the unavoidable delay," she explained, rising gracefully from her seat. "I shall take my leave now. The two of you can speak in private." With that, she exited the room, leaving them alone to talk.

"Mother has already spoken to you, I see," Izaak remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at Melody.

"Yes," Melody replied with a gentle smile. "But I’m not in a rush. I understand the immense responsibilities Prince Izaak must bear. Still," she hesitated for a moment, "I will miss Your Highness. Spending an entire month apart will be difficult," she confessed.

Izaak’s fingers brushed lightly across her cheek, a tender gesture. "That’s why I’ve decided to take you with me."

Melody’s eyes widened, her voice almost breathless. "For real?"

"Yes," he confirmed with a small smile. "I think it’s time for you to explore the vampire world with me. You’ve spent so long in the palace, I imagine you’re restless. This trip to the North will be a change of scenery—for both of us."

"I hope I won’t interfere with Your Highness’s duties," Melody said, a hint of concern in her voice.

"You won’t," Izaak assured her confidently.

Melody’s smile grew, her excitement shining through. "I’ve never ventured far beyond the palace, except for a brief trip when I was very young. I’m eager to embark on this journey with Prince Izaak."

"It will be an adventure," Izaak murmured, his hands sliding to her lower back as he gently pulled her closer. His nose brushed against hers, and their lips hovered inches apart, the air between them charged with affection.

"Melody," he whispered, "in my eyes, we are already married."

"And I, too, consider Your Highness my husband," Melody whispered back.

Izaak leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss as he pulled her closer, their bodies gently pressed together. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, and for a moment, it felt as though time had stopped. His lips moved softly against hers, his voice a low murmur between kisses.

"I haven’t allowed myself to dream too much about us," he admitted, his breath warm against her skin, "because I fear what happens when I dare to dream for myself. But I know, deep down, we will be a great couple, Melody."

Melody gently pulled away, her face flushed with a fluttering feeling, her hands instinctively rising to cradle her cheeks as if to hold onto the warmth of the kiss. Her eyes met his, filled with a tenderness that spoke of her unwavering affection.

"But I have dreamt about us... countless times," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with quiet certainty. "I’ve imagined a long life together, full of love, adventure, and happiness. We will have kids, who will run around us, complete our family."

The depth of her love reflected in her gaze, as if she could already see the life they were destined to share.

"That’s beautiful," Izaak murmured, his voice full of admiration as he gazed at her. Without waiting for another word, he kissed her deeply, his lips claiming hers with a passion that left no room for hesitation.

The kiss was more intense this time, their tongues moving together in a seamless, fervent rhythm, as if they had always known this dance.

In the heat of the moment, Izaak gently guided Melody backward, and before she realized it, her body sank into the softness of the bed.

Her eyes shot open in surprise as she felt the plush mattress beneath her, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pulled him closer to her. She kept kissing him, her fingers trailing up and down his strong arms, tracing the defined muscles that flexed beneath her touch.

Her hands wandered to his chest, feeling the rapid, pounding beats of his heart through the fabric of his shirt. It beat just as wildly as hers. She reveled in the warmth of his body, her fingertips exploring every inch of him.

Izaak, sensing her growing desire, deepened the kiss further, his body hovering over hers protectively yet tenderly. His hand slid down to cradle her face, fingers brushing through her hair as he kissed her deeper.

Finally, when their lungs screamed for air, they slowly pulled apart, their lips lingering as they parted, reluctant to break the connection.

"I love Your Highness," she said while taking deep breaths.

"Me too, Melody." Izaak’s breath was warm against her skin as he trailed soft, feather-light kisses along her chin, making her shiver with anticipation. His fingers, deft and deliberate, began to work at the fabric of her gown, pushing it up with one hand as the other traced a path down her leg.

The coolness of his touch sent a shockwave through Melody’s body, and she gasped, arching her back instinctively as his hand traveled from her leg to her thigh, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Her pulse quickened as his lips found the hollow of her neck, pressing kisses that made her breath catch in her throat.

Izaak’s touch grew bolder, his hand on her thigh inching higher while the other moved with practiced ease, loosening the knots of her gown. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing more of her bare skin to the night. His lips ventured lower, finding the delicate space just below her collarbone, where he planted soft, lingering kisses.

Chapter 400: Not letting you go

As the gown slid down further, his eyes flicked over her exposed form with a mix of hunger and reverence. His hand gently cupped her breast, kneading it with a tenderness that made Melody’s breath hitch. His lips followed suit, pressing a kiss to the soft skin there, worshipping every inch of her.

Izaak’s eyes darkened with desire as his fangs elongated, their sharp tips gleaming in the dim light as he hovered just above Melody’s face. His gaze locked onto hers, filled with both hunger and a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine. "Let me drink from you," he murmured, his voice low and thick with yearning.

Melody’s breath quickened, but she gave him a soft, trusting nod. "Please," she whispered, surrendering herself completely to him.

Izaak leaned in, brushing the bridge of his nose against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as though savoring the moment. The tension built as his lips barely touched her skin, a teasing prelude before he pierced her smooth flesh with his fangs in one swift motion.

"Ahh!" Melody cried out, the sharp pain catching her off guard, but she quickly bit her bottom lip to stifle the sound, determined not to pull away. Her fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, gripping the soft locks as he began to drink from her slowly, drawing her blood with deep, deliberate pulls.

Though the pain still throbbed, it was quickly overshadowed by a different sensation—a heat that spread through her body with every pull of his mouth.

Izaak didn’t stop caressing her even as he fed from her, his hand sliding away from her thigh only to capture hers. He raised her hand above her head, pinning it gently to the mattress, their fingers intertwined as he anchored her there.

With her wrist secured in his grip, he deepened his bite, his lips pressed firmly against her neck as he drank, the warmth of her blood flowing into him.

Melody’s chest heaved with every ragged breath, her body responding to the pleasure and pain that coursed through her veins. Izaak’s free hand roamed over her curves, his touch sending waves of heat rippling through her as he explored her body with both tenderness and possessiveness.

After what felt like an eternity suspended between pleasure and pain, Izaak finally withdrew his fangs from her neck.

His lips lingered at the puncture wounds, soothing the sensitive skin with his tongue, as if to heal the sting he had caused.

Melody shivered as he licked the spot, and before she could fully catch her breath, he planted a tender kiss on the very place he had bitten.

"I feel full," he whispered softly near her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. His lips brushed against her earlobe, kissing it gently, before he began inching lower, his mouth trailing a path down her neck. Melody’s body trembled beneath him, her skin alight with anticipation as his kisses grew more deliberate.

Izaak’s lips found the top of one of her curves, placing slow, lingering kisses there, his touch both reverent and possessive. His hand, which had been entwined with hers, now slowly slipped away, traveling down to the other curve. He massaged her gently, his fingers kneading her flesh with a tenderness that made Melody arch her back, her body instinctively responding to his touch.

Melody’s moans filled the room, soft at first but quickly growing louder as Izaak continued his ministrations.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his lips warm and firm as they worshiped her skin.

"You’re beautiful," Izaak murmured against her skin, his voice thick with admiration and desire. "You look so beautiful." His words were spoken between kisses, his lips never straying far from her as he continued to worship her body with his mouth.

Izaak moved lower, his every touch was deliberately slow, every kiss meant to savor her. With one hand, he gently lifted her thigh, exposing the smooth expanse of her skin as her gown slipped down.

Melody’s breath hitched in her throat, anticipation building as his lips began their journey along her thigh, soft, teasing kisses that sent sparks shooting through her.

As her thigh lowered, Izaak followed, his body pressing against the mattress as he positioned himself closer to her. His kisses inched upward, growing more intimate with each one, until he reached the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Melody’s eyes fluttered open and closed, her chest heaving as pleasure and tension built inside her. Every kiss from Izaak was a slow, agonizing form of sweetness that made her pulse race and left her mind dizzy.

His lips hovered there for a moment before he looked up, his gaze locking with hers. The playful smirk that tugged at his lips was almost devilish, as if he knew exactly what effect he was having on her and enjoyed every second of it.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and nipped at her inner thigh, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin just enough to send a jolt of sensation through her body.

"Ah...ngh..." Melody’s cry echoed in the room, followed by a low moan as her body responded to the sweet torture he was inflicting on her. Her back arched off the bed, seeking more contact, more of him.

Izaak’s smirk deepened at her reaction, his fingers now tracing slow, languid circles on her exposed belly. His touch was light, almost teasing, as he played with her heightened senses. The soft, deliberate movements of his fingertips drew out pleasure, his teasing kisses on her thigh making her crave something deeper.

Melody’s breaths grew ragged, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her moans escaping with every exhale. Izaak’s kisses never ceased and he did the same with the other thigh.

"Melody, I think you aren’t leaving the bed today. I’m not letting you go," Izaak’s voice was filled with desire.

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