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[Catherine's POV]
"A bath . . ." I rolled the words in my tongue, hoping I misheard when Mille and Millie said to join Charles in a bath.
"Yes, my Lady. Lord Charles is hoping that you can join him in the bath."
". . . Can I not go?"
"I'm sorry, my Lady. But Lord Charles's orders are the rules here," they both said as soon as I let out my protest.
". . ." I looked to the side. My heart was beating loudly for me to think. Was he going to mark me now? But we still have a week before the bloodmoon. He promised that he wouldn't touch me by then.
Did he change his mind?
I willed my bottom lip not to tremble. I didn't want to mate with him, much less bore him little monsters. But what could I do?
He owned me now.
He literally held me with one arm by my neck. If I wanted to be with Benjamin and find that mark, then . . .
"Very well." I gathered my resolve and took one full breath. "I shall see him."
Mille and Millie undress me and let lose my hair.
"Shouldn't I be wearing anything?" I asked a stupid question when they just put a robe under my naked form.
Millie and Mille looked at each other. "You can, my lady, though you'll still have to remove it later when you're in the bathhouse."
". . ." Either walk to the bathhouse naked under a robe or striptease later for Charles's amusement.
I sighed. Did I have a choice in the matter? If I had, I wouldn't be here in the first place.
Walking through a series of hallways, I keep my mind occupied with the paintings and flowers displayed. The oil paintings smell old in contrast with the fresh flowers. Something I didn't know I would take comfort to.
The castle was huge, and try as I might, I would take probably a hundred or hundreds of strolls until I get to memorize its maze-like corridors and thousands of its rooms.
I didn't know where I was. I suddenly found myself inside a hallway encased in crystals with gold frames and moldings. The stars looked lovely tonight. If only I were in the mood to appreciate its beauty.
Right now, I was a walking drum of gong. My body was vibrating with how hard my heart thumped against my ribs. It was suffocating just to take that extra steps towards the giant door carved in gold.
"My lady." Mille and Millie ushered me forward when they opened the door.
I remained frozen from where I stood. The steam from the bathhouse hid what was inside, and not until I heard Charles's voice that I take my first step.
"Come, Catherine."
At his sensual tone, I forgot everything, and I was hypnotized to come in the blurs of steam.
The door closed behind me, but it might as well be invincible, for I didn't hear and see anything except the man sitting in one of the grandiose pools whose golden intense eyes pinned me to a stop.
I didn't have time to marvel at the marble bathhouse where two giant statues poured water like a waterfall on the numerous pools.
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My focus was on Charles as the background dimmed in comparison with his beauty. His skin was pale, luminescent. His hair was wet, clinging to his skin, and my throat dried with the view of his lean muscles and abs.
I tried my hardest not to peek, not to glimpse at his abdomen, but my own body betrayed me. The sexy muscles lining his pelvis were enough to make me wet, and I gasped when I inhaled my own arousal.
I knew he smelled it too, but he just faked a chuckle.
"Come here, Catherine."
I was panting now. Panting with the need to be with him. To feel and put my fangs on his neck.
I rubbed my thighs together. I didn't have any control. I lost all of it. My robe fell on the floor, and his eyes turned to slit while his jaw clenched.
My fangs itched from my gums when I smelled his arousal, and there was no stopping me from claiming his neck.
One second I was standing at the edge of the pool, and the next thing I knew, I was in front of him with my fangs buried deep in his skin.
Trinity was wrong. Her portion wasn't effective in controlling my thirst. At least my thirst for this man.
Charles huffed a laugh, and he rubbed my hair as I fed on his neck. His arousal was palpable. Our pheromones were thick with a desire to mate. There was no stopping him if he claimed me now. I certainly wouldn't.
In fact, all the veins in my body would probably burst if he didn't claim me here and then.
"My dear Catherine . . ."
His voice sent shivers from the strand of my hair to the tip of my toes. I felt his caress around the hair of my pelvis.
A sensual moan I didn't know I could make pushed through my throat when his hand rubbed my clit. My hips rolled forward on their own to give his long slender hands clear access to my lower regions.
He dipped his head down to my ear and whispered in a husky voice, "You're still not ready for me, Catherine. But that could be arranged."
He bit my ear and murmured, "Do you want me to touch you, Catherine? I won't touch you unless you do."
I gasped, and I found his offer more enticing than his blood. My arousal flared, and we both inhaled its strong scent.
My eyes returned to normal as I retracted my fangs from his neck. I was straddling him with my butt raised on the marble floor of the pool. My palms stayed plastered on his shoulders for support while the warm waters brought a new feeling that made me bolder.
I felt like I would collapse from embarrassment when a little bit of clarity returned to me. Where did I get the courage to do something like this? But what's more . . . I couldn't stop myself and nodded my head.
I didn't know who I was anymore.
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*WARNING! Chapter contained sexual scenes not suited for young audiences. Skip to the next chapter if you're not comfortable with this type of scene.
You've been warned.
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[Charles's POV]
When she entered the bathhouse, I knew she would be nothing but breathtaking when naked. Catherine had the allure of a widowed woman with big breasts and hips. There was something sexy about it.
And I was not mistaken.
To say she was beautiful was an understatement.
Her body was exquisite. Her round full breasts were big paired with perfectly curved hips. I forgot how many times I was lost imagining my lips caressing every inch of her — licking her raw taste.
I wondered what she tasted like when I grasped her hips and sank deeper inside her.
What sounds would she make when I nudged her deep?
How long would it take for her to scream my name?
My body quivered, and for the first time in many years, I felt excited again.
Her very image while she lay helplessly under me, screaming my name, was enough to make me feel alive again.
I shook my thoughts away. She might no longer be a virgin, and it was regrettable that her dead husband didn't die in my hands, but making love with me required preparations.
I had ordered her here to prep her for the mating bond that was about to happen. But it seemed that my dear Catherine had other plans when she straddled me and buried her fangs inside my neck.
I had allowed no one to lay their fangs at me. Not even Veronica, who stayed with me the longest. I didn't even give them my blood except for that one time when I had turned them.
However, Catherine was different . . . I would gladly offer my neck whenever she so desires.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her arousal. My hands were shaking when I caressed her hair. It was all I could do not to touch and claim her here and now.
"My dear Catherine . . ." I couldn't stop myself from stroking her neck and the soft flesh on her belly.
I dipped my head down to her ear and whispered, "You're still not ready for me, Catherine. But that could be arranged."
She froze, and her fangs retracted from my neck. I knew she was regaining some clarity about the situation. Once my blood sated her, the euphoria was gone.
To my utter astonishment, her scent overpowered my senses. It was intoxicating that I almost lost control and marked her. She was reacting to my touch, and my blood boiled in excitement.
I nipped her ear and murmured, "Do you want me to touch you, Catherine? I won't touch you unless you do."
She gasped, and her breathing turned labored in pants as I caressed the hair of her abdomen. She was raising her butt to give me access to her, and the scent of her arousal became stronger.
Nothing came close to eternity as I waited for her answer. I wanted her to say yes, and I applied more pressure on her flesh. I traced her silky skin from her belly to her inner thighs. Tempting her. Letting her know what I could do to her with just my fingers alone.
"Your answer?" My voice was gruff, thick with my own lust.
I was expecting a yes or a little nudge of her head, but I wasn't prepared when she arched her spine and rubbed her sweet clit against my erection.
I bit back a groan. I didn't know if she realized what she was doing, but I won't certainly stop her. If she wanted a skin-to-skin ride, then I was all for it.
I grasped her hips tight, keeping it where I wanted, and I rocked my penis against her clit. The warm waters created ripples as I drove harder and rougher.
"Is this what you want, Catherine?"
She bit her bottom lip, and her breathing turned shallow and uneven, coming out in harsh pants. She was so stubborn and cute, especially how hard she tried to fight her lust for me.
She would get used to it. It was just a matter of when.
I licked her neck and nibbled on her quivering flesh. "Your answer?"
Her lips trembled, hesitation apparent on her sheen-covered face.
And then she moaned, low, "Y-yes."
I smiled, and my hand traveled to her center, eager to feel her hot silken folds. She was scorching hot and wet with her thick juices dripping to my hand. She felt so soft and hot, and I couldn't resist teasing her flesh.
I tugged the hair around her mount, which was shorter than most. I wonder if she cut it, but I didn't care. My fingers curled at her opening, tracing her folds but avoiding her clit and never pushing inside.
She was squirming now, shifting from foot to foot to ease her ache. She was pushing her hips towards me, wanting to put my finger inside her.
I chuckled and cooed, "Not yet, my dear Catherine."
She let out a groan of frustration, and I huffed a laugh.
So adorable.
She pushed her heaving chest against me, and my free hand found her breasts. It was so soft and full, and I squeezed it in my palms before I pinched her erect pinkish tips.
"You're so wet for me, my dear."
"I-I . . ."
"Do you want me, Catherine?"
". . ." she opened her eyes, and my fangs throbbed at her flush face. Her golden eyes were melting and languid, and her pouty lips were sore and red.
She was really a sight to behold.
I could no longer wait and inserted my finger inside her. She gasped, and her muscles clenched around me. She was tight, and I loved it. If we were going to do this mate thing, I had to prep her first and let her get used to my size.
"C-Charles . . ." she panted through her lips. Her thick saliva hung inside her mouth.
The sound of my name, sweet and thick with her pleasure, almost drove me insane. I pushed in another finger. She was tighter than most I had felt, and I couldn't get enough of her.
She rolled her hips into my hand, and I murmured through her ear with a husky voice, "Hang on to me, Catherine."
It was time to give her more.
She wrapped both her arms around my neck, and I picked up the pace, being careful not to brush her clit to make her squirm.
She released a high pitch whine through her gnashing teeth, and she clenched harder around my fingers.
"Do you like that, Catherine?"
"Yes . . . Yes!" she said breathlessly, rocking harder against my hand.
I curled my finger inside her, increasing my intensity and pace. Her breathing was more rapid, and her moans were getting louder, demanding more. Begging for me to go faster and harder.
I knew she was nearing her climax. I could feel it. Taste her sweet arousal in the air.
My thumb pressed her clit, and her entire body convulsed. She cried a symphony of orgasms that bounced in the room.
"Oh! More! Give me more!"
I readily obliged her request and pressed my thumb hard against her clit while pushing my finger faster and herder in and out of her.
"Agh! Charles, I'm going to . . . !"
My lips curled in a wicked grin as I watched her shatter apart in my arms when she found her released. Her muscles around my fingers were contracting in a violent force as her juices coated my hand.
How I wish I could lay her down and lap at her wetness.
But this would have to do for now.
Her climax was long and hard and sexy. She must not have experience pleasure like this. Pleasure that was enough to make her lose control.
My stiff penis twitched hard and painfully. It took all my willpower not to insert it inside her. She was not ready for me.
Not yet, at least.
I held her limp body in my arms and kissed her forehead.
"Soon, my dear Catherine. I will have all of you soon."
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