CHAPTER 470: BEFORE DAWN

Silas wanted to take it slow and easy, but her moans sucked all of the patience he still had in him.

The last bits left of it were spent in the care he put when sliding inside of her, paying close attention to her wincing.

Upon sinking his cock as deep as it was possible to, the vampire stopped, shut his eyes and took a moment to breathe, relishing every contraction, every pulsation from the tender, inner walls of her already lubricated hole.

Arabella quickly brought him back to reality by clinging to his wrists. The pleading look in her teary eyes prompted him to bend down again, closer to her face.

Not that he struggled to hear them, but experiencing her whimpers inches away from their source and right into his ears was certainly something else.

Something that announced the end of peace. Silas’ hand slowly gravitated back to her throat, swaying it to the side before murmuring, "You won’t mind if I take some more, won’t you?"

"I won’t," the words came out in tiny broken breaths, "I am all yours,"

Somehow, she managed to put a feeble grin on display.

The whininess of her voice cast additional fuel onto the fire that sizzled at his core. Thirst, hunger, lust, all hit him at once so, without further ado, Silas drove his fangs inside her newly healed neck, pricking two little holes, perfect for satiating at least one thing on that list.

Very slowly, his waist began moving, thrusting him in and out of her all the while his teeth still clung to her neck, syphoning blood at an agonizingly gentle pace.

What were once meek moans turned into full on sobs, gaining in frequency and strength every time he pounded her bottom.

But Silas did not let that fool him for he knew full well that his wife wanted it, craved it. Hell, not only had she asked for it, she insisted upon it, going as far as to hurt herself to prove a point.

From time to time, he would, very much on purpose, rip his fangs out in the most sudden of manners to savor the ripples of quivers that riddled her glistening body every time.

Not that she had any form of control left as all of her was at his full mercy, but witnessing those wild shivers was on a whole different level.

After making sure to feed her his blood in order to shut the holes in her neck, the thin layer of water that mingled with sweat coating her skin did not deter him from slithering his tongue all over her chest before trapping her nipples in his mouth to abuse them each at a turn.

The great thing was, the Mirari seemed not to affect her, proving his theory right which allowed him to carry on banging, increasing in speed until Arabella started to unravel completely.

Her eyes shut, she kept on begging without ever clarifying what she was pleading for. That was her telltale sign.

She was coming close thus no mercy was to be had. Silas doubled down as her hands squeezed then released the pressure around his wrists repeatedly and erratically.

Her breathing was already in shambles, but as the climax came within reach, it devolved further, huffing air for her hungry lungs in a craze.

Silas continued to ram himself inside her until the contractions became stronger, hugging his wet cock from every side and encouraging him to go even faster.

Eventually the action made her burst and release all of her pent-up frustration in the form of a limpid spray.

However, and as the contraction continued, the vampire did not stop. On the contrary, he further accelerated to the point where his own repressed nerves were set free, shooting the totality inside her.

For a while after that, only the beating of their hearts and huffing and puffing of their lungs were heard.

Silas dropped his weight right next to the sniveling mess his wife had become and just watched as she attempted to regain her wits.

"It’s alright. Just breath," he smiled while moving the sticky strands of hair that had clung to her sweaty face, "One would think you ran for miles without rest yet all you did was lie down," he chuckled.

"And you’ve barely broken a sweat," her half-lidded eyes flickered towards him.

"What can I say? I am built for much harsher conditions," his expression turned a little more serious, "Are you experiencing any pain or discomfort?"

Her muscles were still visibly twitchy, and her heart continued on singing the same tune if not simmering down only by a bit.

"No," she tried to shake her head.

"I will have to check for any bruising on your body," he stated.

"Can’t I just have some more of your blood?" she whispered.

The words struck him, causing his eyebrows to twitch as he attempted to think of a response instead of blurting out the first thing that came to his mind.

"I am not very sure that is a good idea,"

"I think it is a very good one. Especially since the sun is already rising. I don’t want to spend the entire day in bed," she squeaked, "Not to mention, I have to be present when the prince and my grandfather depart," when he took too long to respond, she pouted and piled up, "Please,"

For someone who constantly brought up the difference in power and strength between them, she sure was winning every argument without putting that much effort into it at all.

He caved to her pleadings... Again.

Breaking his own skin with his nails one more time, Silas held his bleeding hand over her lips the same way he did before, allowing the crimson liquid to trickle down her tongue then throat.

Just like they had sharpened before, the spark of life reignited in her eyes once anew, growing brighter under his very gaze.

Her breathing was next to fall in line, allowing her heart to simmer and pump blood through her streams at a more natural pace with every second that passed.