Loved By a Vampire King

WARNING: Chapter Contains Mild Mature Contents! Read at your own risk!

(I bet, none of my readers will skip it, why do I even put warning notice! LOL!)

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His nails almost dug into her skin, tracing her bloodlines painfully. Ayra had her eyes widening in disbelief, hoped that it was all a nightmare because she could see nothing but monster in those eyes.

Why didn't she realize it from the beginning?

Seems like her curiosity had pushed the last button of her luck. Now, she was facing a monster in her husband's body.

How could she fight with her love?

No matter how cruel, monstrous his actions were, he was her husband at the end. The demon and Cedric Arnaldo Dixon, everything was him. Maybe, she could fight back but what was the result of this fighting? At the end, it would be her who would suffer the most for hurting him.

Her heart was pounding so fast against her ribcage that she could count every beat of it. His nails could rip off her throat anytime. She gulped hard, hearing his low, gutteral words,

" You belong to me. No talk, no disobedience!"

If it was other time, she might have given him a sharp response but sometimes, it is the only solution to keep your mouth shut. His smirk grew wider as he saw her struggling under his captive. A demon liked to rule especially over his woman. He never seeks love or attraction into a woman except offering. That's what, he thought about her.

His belongings!

His fingers played around her throat, torturously slow as if he was trying to detect the exact place before hurting her. Sucking a deep breath, Ayra understood that she needed to use her brain here in order to tame his demon. At least, she could try it for once.

Her choking voice called him, looking into his eyes pleadingly,

" Ce..Ce..Ced..ric...Pl.. Please.."

Her one response held thousands emotion within it. When he looked into his eyes, something shook his heart. Her gaze carried every bit of love that she felt for him so far. Their vows, the promise of staying together by each others side, everything hit his rational thoughts within a few seconds surprisingly. He froze retrieving his hand back to hear a gasp coming out from her mouth instantly.

Although, his demon side was still present, something told him that he couldn't hurt her. Ayra coughed few times, holding her throat painfully and looked up to see into his eyes emotionally.

He looked twisted with his own thoughts. With a low growl, he strode forward to grab her arms fiercely,

" What are you doing to me?"

It was his first time that his demon didn't feel the urge of killing someone. Except Frenchies who was his loyal pet, everytime his demon faced anyone, it wanted to kill without any reason. That's how dangerous a demon could be! It was the main reason that Cedric asked Frenchies to keep everyone away from his reach.

Ayra didn't show any anger on her face. Instead, she used her soft voice to murmur, placing one of her hand on his heart,

" I..I am your wife.. It's natural for you to not hurt me like everyone else. Can we talk without argument now?"

" Wife!", the word rolled out of his tongue like a whisper. He reconnected their eyes once again and a desire quickly rushed through his veins.

Ayra felt a little scared under his piercing eyes. With another gasp, she was forced to face the wall, her back representing on his way. He buried his head into her neck, inhaling her scent repeatedly to remember her presence in his life. He muttered again, sucking onto her skin,

" Wife.."

Her lips parted letting out a small moan. She breathed her words out, blankheaded momentarily,

" What.. what are you doing.. Cedric.."

His one massive hand wrapped around her tiny waist, lifting her gown up slowly to reveal her barely covered butt. She breathed heavily to anticipate his next move. His response came out as growling,

" Trying to get the fact that you are my one hella stubborn wife."

He finished and clasped her other hand, pinning them over her head. She sucked a sharp breath when she felt something poking against her ass. Ayra muttered shyly through her raspy breathing,

" Frenchies..can hear us..he..he is out there.."

" Fuck him!", he growled pissed off and positioned himself against her entrance. His desire piqued once his manhood felt her dripping wetness. With a light snap of his finger, her panties were torned off and she was fully exposed for her.

She couldn't see him but one fact, she knew that it was not going to be slow like before. His desperate movements were already turning her on so much that she pressed her thighs together to stop her arousal.

Without any prior notice, he thrusted deep inside her core with a single thrust. She let out a loud moan, dropping her head backward in pleasure. It was too much for her. He didn't stop and thrusted back to forth until her knees were buckling to fall down numbly.

Tears blurred her vision. He had never taken her so rough but somewhere, she was liking it. Maybe because she was now mentally connected to her. The air smelt in arousal, surrounding the room slowly. Her moans begun to turn louder but he wasn't done with her.

He flipped her body around like a feature and groaned again to feel her cum all over his manhood. Lifting one of her leg in the air, he thrusted again, this time much deeper, almost hitting her womb. Ayra cried out in pain and pleasure but opened her eyes to see the emotionless eyes of him.

Just when he intended to push deeper, she demanded challenging his demon again,

" Kiss me, Cedric. I don't you to take me like a monster. Kiss me and show me that there's something more than lust behind your action."

Outside, Frenchies stayed speechless at his place after hearing all those moans. How did this dangerous situation changed within a moment?

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