53 Attacking the King
The flames of desire peaked in Caspian’s callous heart. He could swear that he heard his cold heart beating.
He slid his hands further down to his wife’s thighs. His sturdy and cold palms picked Anastasia up in his arms. And as though they had done this countless times, Anastasia wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist to support herself.
Caspian gently slammed Anastasia’s back on the bookshelf, eliciting a shocked moan from her.
Caspian lifted his lips away from his wife’s lips to see her face.
Anastasia was hopelessly breathless. She was gasping and breathing from her mouth. Her pale face looked rosy. And her dark ginger hair was almost drenched in sweat.
Caspian was pleased with what he saw. He smiled and pushed the hair locks away from his wife’s neck.
He immediately closed his eyes and inhaled his wife’s sweet scent. This scent had the power to control him and make him lose his mind.
His mind was telling him to control his carnal desire, to not take this any further. But he couldn’t control himself.
‘I won’t go as far as yesterday,’ he convinced himself.
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Yesterday night, he had to suck a human dry to control his thirst for his wife’s blood. It was the same man that Zenon found lying dead in the dungeon this morning.
Caspian convinced himself that he would stop before he would feel that uncontrollable thirst again. He had made sure to drink some blood before coming to see his wife.
And he leaned down to get closer to his wife’s neck. He placed a soft kiss on her neck.
The moment his cold lips touched Anastasia’s sensitive neck, she arched her back and thrust her chest on Caspian’s neck.
Caspian was overwhelmed by the sudden burst of Anastasia’s lavender scent so close to his nose. He swiftly carried her to the table and placed her on top of it.
He entangled his fingers with her aromatic hair and secured them behind her neck. He gazed at her enticing neck with appreciative eyes.
He leaned again and gently nipped her neck this time.
“Ahh!” a low and melodious whisper fell on his ears.
Caspian was now all over her neck; kissing, nipping, and tasting her. He showered her with his cold kisses.
But those cold kisses were making Anastasia feel hot like never before. She wanted to get out of her tight bodice. The tightened lace of the bodice was constricting her from taking in the air that she needed.
She grabbed her bodice and asked her husband breathlessly, “Take it off! I can’t breathe.”
Caspian gladly complied. He tore off the bodice, revealing the thin linen chemise.
Anastasia gasped to catch her breath. Her chest was violently rising and sinking as she breathed.
Caspian took a moment to appreciate that beautiful sight. Under the golden light of the chandelier, his wife looked like a goddess who had just come out of the river after taking a pleasurable bath.
“Can you look any more beautiful?” he praised his wife in a ragged whisper.
He again dived down to appreciate his wife’s beauty with his lips. He planted several kisses on her shoulders and slowly moved his lips further down. He gave a wet kiss on the exposed half of her breast.
Anastasia bit her lower lip and grabbed Caspian’s blond hair with her delicate fingers.
He lightly bit her breast with his teeth and made her thrust her chest. He bit her again, a little harder this time.
Anastasia moaned again. She never knew that when done rightly, pain could also give her pleasure at times.
“Mmh! I can’t get enough of you.” Caspian looked at Anastasia’s lips again. He hadn’t had enough yet.
He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his body. He glanced at her with a serious look on his face and asked, “Shall we go to our bedchamber?”
“Our?” Anastasia raised her brows and smiled.
Caspian rubbed his palm on her back and nodded, “Yes, our. I will ask the servants to shift your belongings to my room. How does that sound?”
“And sleep on the same bed every day?” Anastasia sounded a bit nervous.
Caspian smiled and pecked Anastasia’s lips. “Isn’t it obvious? You are my wife. And it is only natural that we share the chambers as well as the bed.”
Anastasia’s cheeks turned redder. She mumbled to her husband, “I’ll think about it.”
Caspian kissed Anastasia’s cheek and whispered in her ear, “I want you to say yes.”
“Now, shall we leave for our bedchamber?” Caspian whispered and kissed below her ear.
Anastasia tilted her head and tightened her hold on Caspian’s hair even more. And she whispered back, “You are the King, Caspian. Can you even... ahh... afford to spend your time in the bedchamber in t-the middle of the day?”
“I am the King. I can do whatever I want,” he replied in his resolute voice. He sounded like he wasn’t going to back down until Anastasia agreed to it.
And to make her agree, Caspian kept on arousing her desire. He kept on kissing and nipping all over her neck.
Suddenly, they both heard the noise of utensils clattering down the stairs.
“Get away from our Queen!”
Swoosh!
Caspian turned his head to see a copper glass flying directly at his head. He caught the glass before it hit his face. He then crushed the glass as though it was a sheet of paper and tossed it aside.
And he glared at the two women in maids’ gowns and growled, “How dare you hit a King?”
Caspian was ready to run towards them and snap their heads.
However, Anastasia was quick to hold his arm. “Don’t!” she ordered him as though she knew what he was about to do.
Both Martha and Holly instantly dropped down to their knees.
Holly, who was the one to shout and throw the glass, kowtowed and apologized in a terrified voice, “My sin-sincere ap-p-pologies, Y-Your M-Majesty. I thought a v-vampire was biting our Q-Queen. Please forgive my insolence.”
Anastasia covered her eyes with her palm. Zenon discovered them in the same bed in the morning, and now this. She had never been this ashamed in her life before.
Caspian, on the other hand, openly declared, “I was kissing my wife. Try to remember how I look from every angle so that you won’t hit me the next time you find your King kissing your Queen.”
The room turned awkwardly silent.
Anastasia was shocked to hear her husband. She gave him a questioning glare and pinched his arm as if that was his punishment.
Caspian simply shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, they are your personal maids. There’s no harm in warning them so that they know their place.”
“We will keep that in mind, Your Majesty,” Martha replied while controlling her voice from trembling.
Holly was silently shedding tears, thinking this was her last moment. She was sure that the King would rip her heart out at any moment now.
However, contrary to what the maids had thought, Caspian was actually impressed by their braveness. They were mere humans, but they were ready to fight a vampire, thinking he was hurting their Queen.
Caspian didn’t need to see their tears to know what they must be going through at the moment.
So he said in a much calmer voice, “I see that the two of you have developed a sense of loyalty towards your Queen. I have taken a liking towards both of you. So, you don’t have to be so scared around me. But that doesn’t mean that you can get away from me if you dare to betray my trust.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. We will forever stay loyal to our Queen,” Martha replied while bowing her head low.
Holly didn’t say a word, but she couldn’t explain how relieved she was to know that she wasn’t going to die today.
Martha pulled Holly up, and she said to the King, “We will bring another serving of lunch to Her Majesty.”
Martha wanted to run out of the room before the King changed his mind.
“Bring her lunch to my bedchamber. We’re leaving,” Caspian ordered the maids.
He immediately picked Anastasia in his arms without any hesitation, and without waiting for his wife’s approval.
Anastasia didn’t protest because she wanted to disappear from there. She simply buried her face in Caspian’s chest so as to avoid the maids.
He walked and stood in front of the maids. And he further ordered those maids, “Also, ask the cleaning maids to clean this mess you two have caused. I don’t want rats eating my precious books.”
The King and the Queen disappeared from the library in the next moment, only leaving a gust of wind behind.
Holly sat down on the stairs. Though she was relieved, her legs were still shaking like a leaf.
“Are you okay?” Martha crouched beside Holly and asked worriedly.
Holly lifted her hand and asked Martha, “Will you pinch me? I want to know if I am still alive after throwing that glass at the King.”
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