Loved By a Vampire King

The morning sun wasn't peeking brightly on that day.Barely slipped through the long curtains and appeared on floor like a zigzag puzzle inside Ayra's room. The rest of her night had gone in a blink of eyes. Her muscles felt so tired that she didn't wake up for a second.

Through her grogginess and sleeping head, her biological clock awakened her early in the morning. She battled with her heavy eyelashes, turning it open slowly to glance over the window. Morning breeze was slipping past inside the space and it was refreshing, sweet.

Memories kept returning to her brain and she blushed hard even though the back of her body felt empty.

Where did he go so early in the morning?

She sat up with the blanket on her body abruptly. Her kept looking for him around but he appeared to be nowhere there. She sighed secretly in relief. Her cheeks turned hot invoulantarily when she remembered how she cried and begged underneath him last night. A great sense of satisfaction formed inside her heart which she couldn't express in words.

After yesterday, they completely belonged to each others but a negative thought stayed behind the back of her mind. What if the Grandpa told her the truth?

His words came across her mind for a brief moment but soon, it was diverted away when the door pushed open from outside slowly. Her eyes travelled up to find Cedric entering with something in his hand.

Her cheeks returned to unleash heat but she kept her tone unfazed as usual,

" Why didn't you wake me up? It looks embarrassing to wake up lately in a different palace."

Since they had stayed in Balvina's castle, Ayra found it justified to wake up early and paid a visit to the king and queen early in the morning. No matter what, at the end, she was their daughter-in-law. Cedric pulled his eyes on her, quirking his lips up to to smile smugly,

" I don't think that you have to feel embarrassed at all."

Puzzlement spanned across her features as she looked back strangely asking again,

" Why?"

Another dirty chuckle escaped from his lips as he walked over to sit at the edge right beside her,

" You were too loud sometimes last night. I am sure, most of them heard it already."

His remark turned her face into ripe tomato. The previous embarrassement that she tried to conceal had double-folded inside her mind. She gulped hard, looking down, unable to connect their eyes. She couldn't help but wandering that why did she felt more embarrassed than him. They both had willingly joined but he was so casual as if nothing changed between them.

Cedric smiled at her lightly and then dropped his eyes down to her whole body. He was a little worried that he had gone too rough last night. His lips pursued, asking in a little worried voice to take her attention back on him,

" Are you sore?"

Ayra cursed herself eternally. She had misjudged his stamina last night and let him control her body however she wanted. But now, she was feeling nothing less than a piece of lemon who had been squeezed to death until she had no juice left inside. Though her limbs were capable of enduring his stamina, the ache between her legs were clear like jade. They kept returning whenever she moved her legs.

Holy cow! How on earth she will manage to walk for the entire day?

Obviously, she couldn't bring it to her lips that she was sore down there. She shook her head as response to his question numbly. Cedric narrowed his eyes at her lightly. His eyes tracked down her blanket underneath. Without any words of prior notice, his hand dissapared under the blanket, pressing his fingers lightly between her legs.

Her lips parted letting out a gasp in surprise. Her heart began to hammer wildly. She snapped her eyes back at Cedric whose eyes were studying her expression closely. The intimidation in his eyes only worsened the wildness that she was feeling inside. Before she could speak, Cedric questioned rubbing onto her bud slowly,

" I meant here. Are you still sore? Do you need some massage over here? Hmm?"

He spoke and continued rubbing on her bud soothingly. In truth, she loved it so much but deep down, she knew that she was getting aroused so easily. His fingers worked magical on her but the aching need between her thighs was raising too rapidly.

Cedric smirked down at her lightly. His eyes taking note of her each expression that he failed to see clearly last night. Her lips parted, breathing through her nose contentedly as she enjoyed his secret service.

After taking gulp, she muttered trying to close her thighs awkwardly,

" Uhh.. It.. feels.. little..sore now.."

Cedric hummed with a surprising smile. Rubbing his fingers onto it a little bit firmly, he questioned again using his husky voice,

" Do you want me to continue rubbing, Princess?"

She bit her lips together after his question. Her mind was too occupied with the thoughts of how good his fingers felt inside her. Hence, she nodded and shook her head at the same time, earning another dark chuckle from him. Her hormones were running too wildly and it wasn't obviously good symptom since her husband had a dirty mind. He could read through her intention anytime.

Cedric stared back at her handsomely, assuring with another intense pressure from his fingers,

" Hmm! I am sure, you can continue this tonight. But right now, the breakfast is waiting for us. Come here and let me help you putting on your clothes."

She was about to say no but the glare from his eyes stopped her midway. She swallowed down her words and stood up on the bed, letting the blanket falling back on the bed. Her stark-naked body rewarded his vision and Cedric took a sharp breath to look away to collect her clothes from the ground.

He would really leave her sore everyday if she continued representing herself willingly!

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