The Crown's Obsession

Hearing this was enough to have Madeline starting to get up from where she sat. It seemed that Calhoun had decided to scare her today, and her heart and mind were running awry. But she didn't go too far as Calhoun had got up for a moment with her in his arms to push her down on the couch they had been sitting on, to have him on top of her.

The sudden shift in position had made her heart race. Calhoun stared into her eyes before it trailed down to look at her lips, "Don't be scared. Think it to be a treat in front of your eyes. If you haven't tasted it, how will you know if it's good or bad," his words were coated with honey.

Madeline was trying to keep up with Calhoun's fast-paced emotions but did he forget she was a human?

"You are not food," responded Madeline.

Calhoun leaned forward, not giving any space between them. His forehead touched hers.

"No. But you are," he whispered to her.

"You were only supposed to take my blood," she reminded him, feeling his weight slightly on hers. She was lying in an awkward position that she had never been before.

"Just adding some more flavour to it," he grinned. Madeline felt Calhoun's hand move up from the side of her thigh to her hips. Her hands shot forward, but he caught both of her hands and held it on top of her head.

The fire in her eyes didn't disappear, but at the same time, she could feel his hand moving to place it on her bottom. Calhoun knew what a feisty thing she was. He had continuously been eating up her space so that she could get used to it. The fabric had moved up when he had placed her back on the couch, and he pushed it further when he caressed her leg.

Madeline's heart hitched when she felt him touch her bottom, and she stared at the devil's face. The devil had laid a trap, and like it was nothing new, she had walked into it, complying to his words, because there was no telling what would happen if she refused him. He had ways of making her listen to him. One which was covered in sugary words, and another which she had seen only glimpses of.

Calhoun was taking full advantage of the situation. When he squeezed her bottom, Madeline was sure she would faint due to embarrassment. A shuddering breath escaped her lips. His hands were firm on her bottom and his gaze unwavering. Leaning forward, his lips came near her neck. She waited for the bite, but it didn't come. Instead, Calhoun pressed his lips on her neck. Without biting with his fangs, he sucked on her tender skin.

Madeline who was expecting pain, felt differently. The movement of his lips and his hand started to stir her, and an unexpected sigh escaped her lips.

For an untouched maiden like her who had no experience except for the past touches of Calhoun's hands and lips, Madeline felt her toes squeeze together. His lips boldly continued to suck on her neck before biting into it that would leave a bruise for everyone to see.

When he bit into her skin, without sinking his fangs, Madeline cried at the nip, and this only urged Calhoun on. The movement of his lips and teeth were harsh on her whilst his hand continued to squeeze her bottom to feel the softness. He could smell the fragrance around her turning rich and his eyes darkened than before. His lips smiled against her neck before he widened his mouth to sink his fangs, letting the blood seep into his mouth.

He pulled away from her when he was done drinking her blood, enough to keep her conscious and aware of her surroundings. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. His hands released her only to have one of his fingers to run down from the column on her neck, and just when it reached the surface of her chest, Madeline's eyes flew open that were closed earlier.

Before she had the opportunity to swat his hand away, Calhoun moved away from her--leaving her alone on the couch. She watched him walk towards the table that had bottles of wine placed on it.

When he was pouring wine into the glass for himself, Madeline sat up and pushed her dress, making it proper. He then came back to sit next to her.

"You drink a lot," commented Madeline.

"Vampires don't get drunk that easily. It helps in curbing my urge to drain blood from your body to drink," he answered, and her shoulders suddenly turned stiff, "Relax. If I wanted to do it, I would have done it during the time of Hallow."

How considerate…

"Why don't you take blood from others then?"

"Others taste like trash. Some are bearable, but it is good that we have the rabbits," came the casual words from Calhoun.

Madeline looked startled, "You said they were there to protect them from the wild animals."

"Indeed. Animals who lived in the forest," replied Calhoun, "I never said they were not my food."

"...why are you telling me?" she asked him.

"I would rather have you hear it from me than from someone else."

Madeline stared at Calhoun who wasn't facing her, instead looking at the fireplace. Somewhere she was glad that he wasn't lying to her and was telling her the truth.

"Lady Lucy's husband...is he cheating on her?" asked Madeline.

"Yes. For some time now. She doesn't know about it," replied Calhoun, his chin tilting up to look at the ceiling and then sigh, "It was a marriage done in haste and for benefit. Maybe if some more time would have passed, Lucy would have a happier marriage."

Madeline had met Lucy only once, but it was enough to know that she was a good-hearted person. She felt terrible at the thought that Lucy's husband was cheating on her.

Calhoun then said, "I should have killed them sooner. The previous King and the Queen."