The Duke's Passion

"Lilou..." he called me in his warm baritone voice. I felt his thigh stiffen as his toe curled.

"Come up here," he requested, while I drew back. His phallus erected before me. 

Sam gazed down at me, gesturing for me to come over. I raised my brow, tilting my head as I licked him with my eyes on him.

"Ah, shit...!" he clenched his teeth, letting out a suppress grunt as I licked him from his knackers up to his tip. "I can't hold it anymore."

His eyes glinted menacingly, pulling my shoulder up to him. Even though his action was abrupt, it didn't hurt as he switched positions. 

"Oops!" I giggled, biting my lower lip as his pair of glowing red eyes hovered over me. "Sam, I --"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he abruptly bent over, thrusting my words back in my throat as he claimed my lips. His kiss wasn't like the usual gentle ones. This time, it felt more dominant.

He tranced my hand, holding my wrist down as he broke his lips from me and nibbled on my neck. His hot breaths, along with his deep kisses, were enough to raise my body temperature.

"Sam," I moaned as he nibbled on my collarbone, running my fingers through his hair. "Don't leave a mark. Yul had — ah!" 

Sam bit me before he stopped, raising his sharp, narrowed eyes at me. I pursed my lips, raising my brows.

"Yul always takes credit with the marks on my body. Let's give him some slack, hmm?" 

"Well, that's what he gets for acting as my wife's lover." He shrugged, bending over, but I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Cut him some slack."

"Sure, sure." He nodded, then continued on tracing kissing on my shoulder.

"Sam." A defeated sigh escaped my mouth. "Yul had been a great help by putting his life on the line and tainting his reputation. It's our last day in Grimsbanne, so, can you please?"

"Exactly." Sam drew his head back once again. "This is our last in Grimsbanne, which also means I had to be extra cautious after this day. I'm not doing this because I don't appreciate Yul's help. I'm simply taking what I can since approaching you once you arrive in the capital is tricky."

I pursed my lips, nodding. "If that so, I'm sorry. I over assumed." Kissing him on the lips as an act of apology.

"If I don't know better, I will assume you're trying to ruin the mood." Sam clicked his tongue, running his fingertip to my jaw as he bent down. But before our lips touched, Mildred's voice from the outside reached our ears.

"Your Grace, the twelfth prince, had arrived in Grimsbanne with an imperial carriage to escort you back to the Capital."

Sam ground his teeth in irritation, pounding his fist against the mattress. I was surprised by this sudden news, but I still had a day to spend in Grimsbanne.

"Tell him to wait and do not disturb me again. If anyone comes in here to disturb me, I will not be lenient." 

"Yes, Your Grace."

"Oh? You're staying?" Sam raised a brow as the side of his lips curled up in amusement.

"It's our last day in Grimsbanne. Of course, I can't let anyone disturb our time together."

"That's more like it." He chuckled, bending over as his lips smashed against mine. I chuckled in his mouth as Sam whispered a naughty joke in my ear.

******

Sam and I idled, rolling around the sheets without a care in the outside world. I must admit, though. Ever since Sam woke up from his second slumber, his stamina increased. One or two orgasms were not enough for him — even four consecutive wasn't enough. It was like he had this unlimited source, while I felt sore all over.

"My wife, aren't you afraid you'd get pregnant?" he asked, cocking his head at me while I drew circles on his chest.

"Why would I?" I looked up at him. "We had been making love before too but I never got pregnant."

"Are you thinking one of us is infertile?" 

I shook my head. "I just think a vampire and a human can't have a child unless you turn me into one."

"But your blood is special, Love."

"I'm still human." I shrugged nonchalantly, resting the side of my head on his chest again. "Also, I don't think this is the best time to have a child."

"Right... I shouldn't have jerked inside."

"It was not like it was the first time. I'm safe, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about that." Sam caressed my back gently. "I'm just thinking I had recovered my strength and even if you miraculously got pregnant, I don't think I will be a good parent."

I pulled myself up, propping my elbow as I looked at him. "You will be a great father. You don't have to worry about that now, though."

"I know," Sam muttered, brushing my cheek with his thumb. "This feels crap."

"What feels crap?"

"Having to leave you and entrust you to Yul in that place. I still don't know why Yul was so overprotective towards you. Does he like you?" he inquired, batting his eyes slowly.

I pursed my lips, realizing I hadn't told him about Yul. I had a talk with Yul about his origins before and he told me to not bother as it was unnecessary. 

"Well, Yul is a Bloodfang," I confessed under my breath. I studied Sam, and he didn't have any reaction to it. "Did you already know about this?"

"No. I wouldn't ask if I do." Sam cast me a knowing look.

"Then why didn't you react strongly about it? Or ask me more questions?"

"Am I supposed to be shocked and ask more questions? It changes nothing. Yul is still my brother." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Although I think I should be nicer to him."

A subtle smile resurfaced on my lips as I looked at him. I knew the reason Yul didn't want to let Klaus and Silvia know about it. He was afraid things would change. He grew up with them and literally lived as one of the La Crox.

"Yes, be nicer to him. He is very important to me," I whispered, closing my eyes. 

"I will protect every single one of you this time," Sam muttered, brushing my back. "You should bring a lot of winter clothes. It'll be a cold journey."

"Mhm."

"If you need anything, just call my name. I will surely come to your rescue like a knight in shining armor." He nagged under his breath, making me giggle. "If things go haywire, you promised to retreat, alright?"

"Yes, Sire."

"We don't plan on dying this time, so you have to be careful. I may not stay by your side at all times, but I'm always there for you."

Sam continued to nag me for an hour, reminding me of things I should remember. I couldn't blame him as I would return to the capital.

"Sam," I called, stopping his nagging as I looked at him straight in the eye. "We left Grimsbanne to the Capital with no other plans than get Stefan's approval. We might've started over, but we're starting over with experience. I'm prepared; we've prepared for this."

"I know. I just can't help but worry about you."

I smiled. "I'll be fine. Catharsis and Lakresha will be with me. You should be more worried about yourself since Catharsis disowned you."

"I had always had this love-hate relationship with Catharsis, but it seemed only hate remains." Sam shrugged as his weapon didn't respond to him anymore. 

"It's because you don't take care of it. First, you sold it off in the black market. If not for Noah, you will never find it again. And then you died and left it behind. I guess Catharsis already had enough."

"I don't care about it." Sam spat out, making me shake my head helplessly. "Anyway, let me tell you a secret about it before you leave for the capital."

Sam leaned over as I lend my ear to him. My brow raised as I looked at him in disbelief.

"Thank me later," he winked as his grin stretched broader.

"I will thank you now," I whispered, leaning closer for a kiss that led to another round of love-making.

******

"You sent the twelfth prince too early. The duchess will not sacrifice a minute of her freedom if the twelfth prince arrived a day earlier." Beatrice lied on her side, propping her temple against her knuckles as she set her eyes on Stefan, who was wearing his clothes.

"Doesn't matter." Stefan cocked his head, casting her a brief look. "I only sent him just to make sure she wouldn't run away."

"My... showing this kind of affection to another woman in front of your wife is surely brutal." Beatrice chuckled as Stefan never changed.

"We are fucking, Beatrice. But none of your children will become my heir. I won't even let them live." Stefan sported a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't be too spoiled."

"Ouch. You better treat your wife better, my king." Beatrice raised her brows as Stefan paused and looked at her. "I mean, my emperor."

Stefan nodded approvingly and said nothing as he draped his coat over his shoulder. Beatrice fixed her eyes on his back, smirking as the door shut behind him.

"Lilou... I can't wait for your return."