The Duke's Passion

"Will I ever become a vampire?" I asked while my forefinger caressed his fang, lying in his embrace. 

Sam arched a brow as he cocked his head at me. "Do you want to become a vampire?"

"Don't you want me to?" My lips pursed as I stared straight into his eyes. "If I asked you, won't you do it?"

"Your wish might just be my command, my wife," He stressed, narrowing his eyes as they glinted. "Don't tempt me as having you forever is my only wish."

A giggle slipped past my lips. "I did want to become a vampire at one point, but now, I want to stay as a human for as long as I can."

"I knew you'd say that." He frowned and sighed, not even concealing the disappointment in his eyes.

"It seems you've been thinking about it. Did you plan to turn me into one without my consent?" 

"Well…" Sam averted his eyes, which made mine narrow suspiciously.

I pushed myself up by my elbow, making the quilt fall to my bare chest. "That's rude."

"My wife, I already thought of turning you into a vampire the second I laid my eyes on you," He explained with a deep sigh. "Do you know why it's rare for vampires to fall in love with a human?"

"Because we don't have long life spans?"

"Correct, and also, since vampire's emotions are heightened, the despair of losing someone you hold dear is just like death itself." Sam stroke my hair gently to my back and hummed. "I would mourn for you forever if you died, my wife."

"I won't die… at least, not now."

"Of course, you won't, silly." He smiled brightly, giving me relief and reassurance. "I won't let that happen."

"Don't die on me, as well, my husband." My eyes darkened as I leaned closer to him. "We will die at old age."

"Are you saying we will never die?" He smirked, eyebrow raised as he brushed the apex of his nose against mine. "I don't age, my love."

I pushed his shoulder, wrestling my way on top of him. "Think whatever you like." I bent over, my fingertip trickling across his chest to his shoulder.

"Let's just say, I'm trying to feed you with your own medicine." I continued, teasing him by barely touching my lips against his. "I won't tell you until you tell me your plans."

"I already told you -- "

"Not. that. One." My eyes glinted with our lips just an inch apart. 

'The one you can't tell.' I uttered in my head, narrowing my eyes as he smiled.

'Your voice in my head sounds lovely,' he replied telepathically. 'I can listen to you every second, my wife.'

"Be careful of what you wish for. It might not be me, who will regret hearing another voice in here," I hissed, resting my forehead against his. "You don't have any idea what's inside my head right now, Sam."

"Oh my, what could it be? Why don't you tell me?"

I chuckled as I drew my head back, dismounting him as I perched on his side. I offered him a bright smile before flinging my legs out of the bed.

"Where are you going naked, my love?" he asked as I stood bare, combing my hair with my fingers. "Won't you tell me what's in your mind?"

I raised a brow and smirk. "No fucking way."

"Goodness, you curse like an angel!" Sam chuckled as he watched me walk towards the door leading to my closet. 

My steps stopped when my palms were against the door, turning my head in his direction. Sam was lying on his side, propping his jaw against his knuckles, while his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

"Mildred surely ran a bath for me." I intoned, eyebrow raised. "Won't you join me?"

"Ah, no." Sam dragged himself to sit up, flinging his legs out of the bed with only his pants on. 

"I will take a walk," he said as he marched towards me. "I don't want to clean your scent off of me."

Sam stopped a step away from me, leaning over for a kiss. "I'll see you later, my love."

"You're leaving?"

"I have to see someone who asks someone else's wife to start an affair and to bear his heir." Sam drew back with a smirk on his lips. "Our plan later, don't forget."

After saying his piece, Sam walked away, waving. My eyes narrowed as he directly headed towards the door.

"Won't you get dressed?" my question halted his steps as he cocked his head back to me, revealing his smug grin.

"I reeked of Lilou. Why would I hide it?" he winked mischievously as he held on the door's handle. "Just trust me, my love, but not blindly."

With that being said, Sam opened the door and was about to leave when I called him out of urgency. He cocked his head back once again, furrowing his brows.

"I… I love you." It had been a while since I had spoken those words and heard them from his lips. 

Sam froze as his eyes dilated as if that was shocking to him. He didn't have to say it back if he couldn't.

"I just want to say that." A bitter smile resurfaced on my face as I peeled my eyes away from him. "It's not a question, so you don't have to answer me."

I pushed the door and didn't cast him a look, but just as I did, I also paused. I turned my gaze back to him when I heard his voice inside my head.

'I love you… is not enough to describe my love for you.' Sam smiled gently, as I could see the sincerity in his eyes. 'More than my own. I love you. So, live for me.'

"Sam…"

"Later." He winked and left when I nodded at him.

I smiled as I clutched my hand closer to my chest. That was enough for me, and his voice still rang in my head while he was humming a lovely tune until it slowly faded.

"God… I questioned your existence many times, but I still want to believe you will heed my prayers." I breathed and patted my chest lightly. "Please, keep him safe."