6. LORD BLACKWOOD (POV)
I stare at his plump lips, swollen and red from the bite. Appetizing. She stares at me, visibly stunned, and this sight of a helpless girl makes me even more tempted to have her under my bed.
I can smell the remnants of her arousal still damp on her legs. I wait anxiously for her to say yes. I hold her even tighter in my hands, but unlike the others, she doesn't tremble or pull away.
She was supposed to be just another young woman. I don't know what it is, but I do know that her blood has made me stronger.
Her lips part, like an invitation to kiss and bite them again, but the sound of her soft voice wakes me from my trance. "And what shapes would those be?" Her look of pure fear changes, giving way to curiosity.I look away, smiling cynically. "You are amazing, young lady." I touch her lips with my thumb, rubbing where I bite.
"Ah, the shapes, my dear, are as diverse as the imagination allows. "My voice sounds like a hoarse whisper and I can feel the tension in the air as she watches me, trying to decipher my intentions. "You could be my slave in many ways, but first..."
My gaze falls to her neck, where the pulsing of her vein calls to me like a siren song. I feel my thirst rising, but I force myself to step back, away from her. There must be a control, after all. I can't afford to succumb to my instincts now.
"First, you must make a decision." My eyes lock onto hers once again, and this time, they're darker, more intense. "Let me answer that after I've given you a taste of what it's like to be my slave."
She separates her lips as if she wants to say something. But she gives up at the same moment, retracting them, she moves her feet back in an attempt to move her body away from mine.
"You can try to move away, young lady. But your body is showing me otherwise. I'll leave you alone to think it over." I run my fingers through my hair, taking one last look at her body, young, with subtle curves, and long black hair. A beautiful young woman by the way, but what caught my eye were her eyes, no other woman has been able to look at me as intensely as she did in centuries.
With her arms clasped in front of her in an attempt to shield herself from my gaze, she doesn't know how much I long for her answer.
I turn towards the door and leave the room, leaving her alone in the care of Beatrice, who will know what to do.
With long strides, I head towards the south wing of the castle, where my concubines are, each in their room. They have no idea that I'm about to hire a new concubine since the oldest one will be leaving.
I walk with determined steps through the castle corridors, my mind turbulent with recent events. The young woman still hovers in my thoughts, her challenging presence and intense sapphire eyes disturbing me in a way I haven't felt for a long time. I feel a desire growing inside me, a desire that has been dormant for a long time.
The south wing of the castle is a labyrinth of luxurious rooms, each occupied by my concubines. They are beautiful, seductive, and trained to satisfy me in every possible way. But today, none of them seems as intriguing as her.
I enter the room of one of them, a woman with red hair and mesmerizing eyes. She is lying on the bed, covered in silk sheets, waiting for me to arrive. Her eyes light up when she sees me enter, and a sensual smile forms on her lips.
"My lord, I've been expecting you." Her voice sounds provocative, but her gaze doesn't follow mine. Always obedient to the rules I set.
However, even with all her beauty and ability to satisfy my desires, I can't help but think of the young woman. Her boldness and her refusal to submit intrigue me in a way that no other woman ever has.
As Lucy approaches me, I can't help feeling that the body of the young woman whose name I don't even know is giving me signals.
I sit down in the armchair next to Lucy's bed. When I sit here, she already knows exactly what she has to do. She gets up from the bed and approaches me with slow, seductive steps, her skin full of freckles, a beauty uncommon among some women.
As she approaches me, I take a firm hold of her waist and make her sit on my lap, facing me. Her blue blouse shows her belly, giving a clear view of her blue and white lace panties. The smell of her arousal penetrates my nose, prompting me to rub it against my erection, which is throbbing, but not for her.
My mind is taken over by the young woman with black hair and blue eyes, I see her image in front of me, sitting on my lap, rolling over, a slow friction, back and forth, over the fabric of her panties and my pants, I grab her hair firmly, looking for her lips, when I touch them, my prey instinctively pierces her lips, giving me the taste of blood. Blood that I recognize, making me wake up from my trance, this is the taste of Lucy, my young Lucy.
I pull my lips away from hers without thinking and take her off my lap, moving quickly towards the door, Lucy's soft, delicate voice stops me with my hand on the doorknob.
"My Lord, have I done something that doesn't please you?" I look over my shoulder in her direction.
I take a deep breath and search for words that will soften this moment.
"No Lucy, I'm just not in the mood." I open the door before she can say anything else and hurry back to my room, where my shadows are still waiting for her in her room.
"What have I done?" I move around restlessly, running my finger over the family ring. I can only be mad not to be able to satisfy Lucy's pleasures, she's the hottest of them all, and her innocence makes things even more interesting. But today, I couldn't go on, not with this young woman on my mind.
I throw myself on the bed, observing the details of the ceiling, I've never stopped to look at this place. I've never rejected any of my concubines, I've always managed to maintain my interest in all of them, but especially today, only one who hasn't yet accepted my terms to become my slave takes my thoughts.
The taste of her blood has made me different. But a stronger, more alive different. Is it that feeling that the blood of a pure can transform our strength in just a few drops?
She leaves the room with determination in her step, moving as if she knows every dark corner of this castle. I can't help but follow her with my gaze through the shadows, her presence continues to intrigue and disturb me. Her blood, pure and seductive, still runs through my veins, making me feel more alive than I have in decades.
While I'm trying to understand the intensity of this new sensation, I hear a knock on my bedroom door, disturbing my thoughts. Annoyed at the distraction this knock on the door has caused, I permit the person to enter.
"Come in," my voice rings out with authority, echoing off the stone walls. The handle turns and the door slowly opens. My eyes light up with a smile as I recognize who is entering.
Automatically, his gaze moves down my body, stopping at my defined chest and abdomen. He meets my eyes, and my smile turns mischievous when I notice the blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry, I can come back another time." She says, without much conviction, wanting to go back behind the door. But before she can leave, I run towards her so fast that her hair moves in the wind. I grab her waist and press her against the door.
"No problem at all, miss. Was the view good?" She shows no resistance when I take her hand and place it on my chest. She looks at me with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. "I imagine so, would you like me to show you?"
Her breathing quickens and her heart beats rapidly, like a drum resounding in my ears. I can feel the excitement spreading throughout her body, a delicious scent that arouses my instincts even more. My eyes change from honey to amber, my fangs become more pronounced, revealing my nature.
"Just don't hurt me, please," she whispers, her voice laden with uncertainty. It's ironic how she still fears for her safety when the real danger could be close to me.
A predatory smile forms on my lips, and my hands move to grasp her delicate face. "Young lady," I begin, my voice soft but charged with uncontrollable desire, "don't be afraid. I won't hurt you unless you ask me to."
My words can sound like a promise or a threat, depending on the perspective. She doesn't fully understand what awaits her, but she'll soon find out. The attraction between us is undeniable, and I'm determined to make her mine, one way or another.
With my hand still on her cheek, I move closer, our lips millimeters apart. Her eyes fixed on mine, filled with a palpable tension. "Are you ready, young lady?" My voice is a husky whisper, full of promise and danger.
At that crucial moment, just as our lips are about to meet, an urgent knock on the door interrupts whatever is about to happen. The sound echoes in the room, breaking the spell that had enveloped us.
A feeling of frustration and urgency takes hold of me. I look at the young woman, still holding her face, and say: "This will have to wait, young lady. Other matters require my attention now."