Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 208: No amount of power

For a good moment no words were uttered, no actions were taken. Silas kept one arm around her middle tethering her to himself while his second-hand lay right on her neck and jawline.

Between his own, the vampire held her bottom lip, locking it back in whenever it slipped away. Her upper lip was just as soft and full as its counterpart, almost as delectable as the nectar coursing her veins. Their breaths had never intertwined into such a tangled mess before, but with the cadence of both their hearts rising, it was bound to happen.

The drumming in her chest grew especially louder when his tongue first attempted to penetrate her mouth for the sole purpose of reaching her own tongue.

She resisted it to the best of her ability, but eventually relented, allowing those two to connect and engage in such a fervent dance, it had lit the rest of her nerve endings ablaze.

His lips were kind and shy at first, only caressing at the surface until the sucking began. It was as though they were trying to take more than what was given to them, growing bolder and more aggressive by the second.

The whole time Silas wreaked havoc in her mouth, the taste of coconut that lingered from her breakfast that same morning sustained its dominion over the rest.

Soon, the heavy breathing turned to soft and meek little moans escaping her control. It was all too much to contain.

Being touched by a man in such a scandalous manner triggered every urge in her, screaming to fight back, to free herself from his hold, but to no avail as a bigger part of her wanted it, to discover what else might happen, to see what else was to come her way...

As his tongue led the dance, defiling every inch of her mouth, Edna’s words blared all so suddenly in her mind. Words about how she, Arabella, would have loved his hands on her body, about how she’d have allowed him to do whatever he wanted with her and how she’d have begged for more of that treatment.

The shivers that were once from cold came from the tingles every cell in her garnered in his embrace and under his complete control all the while wondering whether she truly was the harlot Edna had accused her of being.

Once his hand had had enough of her jaw, it dared venture lower, first to her collar bones where his fingers drew slow, gentle lines from left to right and then again from right to left, every second of it wrenching a new, muffled moan out of her.

As the heat from it all turned unbearable for her chest alone to quell, it began traveling downwards, to her stomach and then going even lower... Reducing her to squirming in place, in his firm hands which refused to let go.

Alongside her broken and desperate whimpers that were equivalent to music for his ears, the creep up in temperature did not spare Silas either, spreading unevenly all throughout his body. In his head, it’d encouraged that incessant need to explore more of her.

Perhaps he’ finally get a feel of those fatty cushions that served her as breasts, but as his fingertips trickled down the slit that formed her cleavage, her moans shifted from eager to something else, quickly drawing attention to the abrupt change in her heart rate only for her right hand to rise and rest beneath his, consequently blocking access to her chest.

Silas set her lips free to take a look at her flushed face, noting that although her breathing remained shallow, the tears welling up in her eyes seconded her pleading expression.

At that sight, the only words that came to his mind were, "I promise I won’t go any further," he shook his head, watching her eyes flutter with every breath from him that brushed her features, "I’d like to still keep holding you. Will that be alright?" he kept his voice on the low and soft side as though speaking any louder would have shaken her.

The little rasp in his voice caressed her eardrums, soothing her enough to provide an answer before even considering its consequences.

The young woman nodded slowly while never fully shutting her eyes when blinking.

Silas bent forward once more, but instead of her mouth, that time around, his lips landed the softest of kisses on her forehead.

The vampire’s hand then joined its sister around Arabella’s waist, pressing her closer to him in the process.

The mutually agreed upon stillness between them was of ambiguous nature as only their breaths accompanied the pattering of rain against the roof.

The storm outside had long since simmered while the raging one, inside her, continued to ravage everything in its path.

But she sat so helplessly in his arms, head so heavy it had to lean on against his chest for support as the lingering tingles from Silas’ recent actions on her slid up and down her spine, serving as a reminder of what he could do to her if so he chose.

Once again, the aftermath was quite reminiscent of the nights he’d fed upon her blood, however, the main difference was that right then, she’d retained her consciousness... Only barely but still.

Between her heart and eyelashes, the fluttering was synchronized, slowing along every muscle in her body into that familiar, near lethargic state.

Edna’s words never stopped, continuing to haunt her in the background where various other voices screamed at her, some crying, some barking orders while the rest hurled profanities for her disgraceful conduct, for allowing herself to be... Used by a man with such ease or without any objections on her part.

Though deep down, Arabella once again knew, that no amount of might or will power would have given her enough strength to object or stop him in the act.

Silas on the other hand, inhaled every whiff of her essence, burying his face in her hair and holding on around her waist like there was no tomorrow, digging as deep as his soul allowed in order to cast the compelling desire to do more, to push it further and not give free reign to all of that lust threatening to engulf every ounce of good judgement in him.

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