Klara didn't flinch back, nor did she push him away. She simply leaned into him as if approving and without hesitation, Roshan sank his fangs into her flesh.
Rosha devoured her mouth, while his hand slowly and teasingly slid between her legs, touching her where she ached the most. Klara moaned against his lips and her back arched. She was embarrassed, yet she didn't want him to stop. She had never experienced such sweet torture before.
Roshan watched her for a moment before taking off his coat and crawling into her bed. Klara grabbed the sheets around her tightly, suddenly feeling like prey from the way he looked at her.
If she only knew. Roshan's blood was on fire. He had been controlling himself for too long specially after a night of torture in her bed. All he wanted to do now was push her on the bed behind and fulfill all of his fantasies.
Lucian spent the rest of the day by my side. To be more correctly glued to my side. He followed me everywhere, showering me with hugs, kisses, and praises. He kept telling everyone to take special care of me since I was pregnant, and he even arranged a special cook after finding out about my nausea and loss of appetite.
"God Hazel!" He hissed. "I don't know what you are doing to me. I don't know why I find you more beautiful for every day that passes by. I don't know why with every kiss you taste sweeter and with every touch, you feel better. You make me feel starved."
Lucian wrapped his arms around me from behind. "What can I do to please My Queen? Shall I feed her with my hands? Or let her rest in my arms? Or shall I keep her up all night?"
But soon he was regretting his words. Having her warm, luscious body against his the whole night without doing nothing was pure torture. He would make sure to make her pay for this.