CHAPTER 181: UNLEASHED

The horses clopped as the vampires moved in sync. Vrazen’s face was so neutral as he urged the horses forward. They were moving at an unimaginable speed. Normally, they were supposed to take breaks, but since the beginning of this journey, they had not stopped once.

It was already nighttime almost midnight, yet the horses kept going. They were almost at their land, and they understood that the king very much wanted to see his wife. But at least, they thought, he should pity them a bit. Still, they continued moving.

Time passed

Finally, after a full day’s travel, they reached their land. The night was late, and now both food and water were needed. They all followed behind Vrazen as they entered. Even upon reaching the kingdom, he did not stop. He kept moving, and no one dared to speak, for they knew they had to follow his flow.

At last, they reached the castle gate. Vrazen stopped only because the gate was closed. When it finally opened, the people of Srazi were already waiting outside.

Hailing.

As they hailed their king for returning safely from war, they had no idea of what had truly happened. Vrazen calmly waved, his dark eyes glinting ever so slightly. He would address the matter later, but for now, that was not what he was thinking about. He would settle that later.

The people hailed louder as the horses reached the castle entrance. Vrazen dismounted and began walking toward the entrance. The people understood the king needed rest, so they cheered even more.

Inside, Vrazen moved quickly through the castle. Many maids bowed to welcome him, but he did not glance at a single one. His hands shook gently as he tried to calm himself, but it felt impossible.

He had not spoken to her for years. When he saw her last, her eyes had been closed, and the tight pain in his chest had never left him since. He missed her so much.

He did not even know what to do anymore. He remembered her green eyes—eyes that reminded him of nature’s beauty.

His heart pounded, and though his gaze was usually cold, now it carried nervousness. He was sure she was awake; he could feel it after seeing the glow on his silver hair tonight.

His pace quickened. For the first time ever, he cursed. His chambers were far, but he immediately leapt forward, not caring that he was inside the castle. If anything broke, he would replace it.

At last, he reached the door to his room. For some reason, nervousness overtook him. His hand moved to the doorknob, trembling slightly. The king who never feared anything—who killed men without blinking an eye—was now afraid to face his wife.

He wrapped his fingers around the knob, but pushing it open was harder than lifting his sword. He took a deep breath, his dark eyes resting on the door. Already, he could smell her sweet scent.

His body shivered slightly as electrifying sensations ran up his spine. He had forgotten this feeling, never thought he would feel it again. No one had ever given him such a spark, not even the mistresses that had been brought to him. None ever compared—none ever would.

And yet, here he was, struggling to push open the door. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head in disbelief.

Suddenly, the door opened on its own. His body stiffened like a statue. And there she stood—his wife.

Her lips curled into a slow, divine smile. Those siren-green eyes, perfect enough to bring any man to his knees, stared at him. Her silky hair fell down her back, and she wore a thin nightgown that stopped just above her knees. Her watery eyes locked onto his as she whispered,

"V...Vrazen."

Her heartbeat accelerated. She had felt his presence earlier but thought it was her imagination. They had said he was still at war. When she woke up she had been curious, during her bath she decided to ask, she thought he had only gone for business matters.

Never did she imagine he had been on the battlefield. Her heart had sunk when she learned the truth, but still, she prayed for his safe return. And now—who would have thought—he stood right before her.

Her gaze drifted to the scars on his face, his body marked with frightening wounds, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion. She knew of his battles, for even months ago he would sometimes visit her to speak, even though she never responded as she couldn’t, her eyes closed. Yet she heard everything he said. Every word.

Vrazen trembled as he stepped closer.

"M...my wife," he whispered, as if afraid that if he moved too much, she might vanish.

Before he could react, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. His eyes widened as her tongue slid against his just as it did his world came to a halt.

It was like the dark room he had been in finally saw life—not just the shadows, but the butterflies and rainbows. It was like he could finally feel life; he felt alive all at once.

He kissed her back, though he dared not touch her. His hands were stained with dry blood—too filthy for someone so divinely precious.

She pulled away softly, and they stared at each other in silence. Then, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Vrazen walked inside, and she gently shut the door. His eyes flickered toward her perfect round butt, visible beneath the thin nightwear that left little to the imagination. His jaw tightened, and he quickly looked away, forcing himself not to pounce on her.

Shraa..

The sound of fabric tearing filled the room. His shirt split as he yanked it off, followed by his pants. He stood naked, refusing to turn toward her even though he knew her eyes were on him. He dared not look at that seductive gaze of hers—because if he did, he knew he would lose all control.

Rielle stared at her naked husband as a soft smile graced her lips her eyes glinting with love her heart refused to stop racing. He moved quickly to the bathroom to wash up, removing all the stains.

Vrazen cursed, unable to believe his wife was actually awake. His hands balled into fists as they trembled—he was trying his very best to stay calm and not leave now and pounce on her. He did not want to touch her like this. Cold water trickled down his skin as his teeth gritted.

He remembered how her soft lips had pressed into his, how that sweet taste of hers had synced with his own lips. He had missed her—missed that taste.

He moved quickly, as if in a rush, because the pain he felt just by not touching her was worse than any war he had fought. In fact, it was torture. He wanted to feel her right now—to touch her, kiss her, and...fuck. His fist slammed into the wall, and cracks spread across it.

He needed to hold himself. He wanted her, but at the same time, he wanted to be clean.

Rielle lay on the bed with a soft smile on her lips. Her prayers had finally been answered, and now she could sleep peacefully. She had not been able to sleep before, as fear had clung to her skin. But now, seeing her husband alive and standing tall, soft flutters filled her stomach.

All she wanted was to see him now, hug him, and cuddle with him until sleep claimed her. She shut her eyes, but they flew open again when she heard the cracking of walls. She sat up.

Was he okay? She wondered worriedly.

But then..

A small smile curved her lips. She knew what it meant—if her husband was punching walls like that... She lay back down, waiting for him to step out.

She had missed him for so long, and she couldn’t wait to see him. Maybe they could...

The door opened before she could finish her thought. There stood Vrazen, his hair slightly wet, hands towel-drying it.

His body was dry, his frame tall and powerful—and he was completely naked. A soft smile touched her lips as her eyes drifted down to his rod. With an ever-seductive gaze, she spoke softly:

"Vraz, your cock is much larger than before."

Before she knew it, Vrazen leapt. In vampiric speed, he was already on top of her. She gasped softly, a smirk on her lips as she locked eyes with him. His smoldering, sinful gaze bore into her, the intensity like fire.

A drop of water slid from his hair down his neck. Just as it reached his Adam’s apple, it fell straight onto her soft rosy-pink lips. His hair was still damp, his presence overwhelming, as he rested his eyes on hers, looming over her.

"I wanted to be patient...you just woke up," he rasped, his voice husky and sexy. Then he added.

"I did not want to stress you...but fuck that. I will fuck you till I go mad."

A dark chuckle seeped from his lips.

"I am mad already."

And before she knew it—

SHRAA!

Her nightgown was torn apart, and there she lay naked. Her big breasts were fully revealed, her chocolate nipples staring back at him. Oh, how he had missed this.

"Cocoa," he whispered.

That was the name he called her.

"I fucking would ravage you."

To his surprise, she spoke.

"You have gotten so big, I wonder if you can fit in," she whispered slowly as she spread her legs wide for, her voice dripping with seductive sweetness.

"Ravage me, my king... let’s both be mad."