The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

"I... want your fangs into my skin."

Sam stiffened at my request. He momentarily paused while I felt him breathe near my neck. I didn't feel that he was hesitating, but rather, just a bit surprised... or excited. I ran my fingers through his soft argent hair, letting my fingertip massage his scalp.

"Drink," I commanded, pressing the back of his head close to my neck. "I want it."

I knew what sort of request I was asking him, but I couldn't control this need. I truly, passionately, and ardently wanted him to sink his fang into me. Although this wasn't the first, it was the first I thought of it as something for my pleasure, not something I should give him because he needed it.

"Lilou," he whispered, sounding utterly menacing. "I'll happily oblige."

Sam licked my neck carefully like a cat, preparing my skin before sinking his fangs into it. I gasped as I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

I was right. This feeling was different — a feeling I've never felt before. My chest heaved heavily, listening to the soft sound of his gulping. I wanted to give him more, for him to have me more, and to... have him as well.

"Sam...!" I gripped his hair, gasping as I pressed him more into my neck. I felt his grip around my waist tighten and the hand that was holding my thigh squeeze it even more. 

This... was driving me insane. 

I only felt frustration when he pulled his fangs away and licked my skin clean. Sam drew his head back and looked at my helpless countenance. He licked his fangs as his eyes glinted, appearing so devilishly handsome. 

"Love... how can you look at me with such desire?" he questioned under his breath, scanning me momentarily before lifting his gaze back to me. He released my waist, raising his finger while his nails grew longer.

"This dress... will look more lovely if I rip it off of you," 

Sam clipped the tip of his claw-like nail on the dress's neckline. The sound of clothes being ripped apart soon reached my ear, but all I could do was stare at him. His eyes were glinting with anticipation, watching how he slice through my dress. 

I stood still under his gaze, letting him gawk on my breast when they came into sight. I bit my lip lightly when he licked his lips, gazing back up at me with those sharp eyes. It looked like the devil himself was staring back at me, but fear wasn't what enveloped my heart. It was the anticipation of what he would do to me.

"Lilou, you wanted to feel pampered, reassured, loved, and needed, correct?" his sudden question send a shiver down my spine. I gulped when Sam smirked.

"Then tell me how to do that. Tell me..." he leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Where should I touch, what you want me to do, and how to please my mischievous wife?"

Sam licked my earlobe while I kept my knees from giving away. "The emperor hates it when others command him, but only you have that power, my love," he added before drawing back, smirking at me devilishly. 

My mouth opened and closed, but my words were stuck in my throat. I pursed my lips, gazing at him in silence before my hands reached for the drawstrings of his blouse.

"First... I shouldn't be the only one who is half... naked." I gaze down and saw the upper half of my nipples out in the open. "Show me... your body, Sam."

My husband shrugged nonchalantly and let me loosen the drawstrings before he took off his blouse. My eyes scanned his bare top, planting my palm on his chest, and gazed up. I gazed over his shoulder, only to realize we were inside what seemed to be an office.

"We're in my office, my love," he explained, noticing my curiosity.

"You were looking for me in your office?" I blurted out before snapping my eyes back at him. Sam shrugged as he held on to my wrist.

"You can be curious of my work," he explained in a knowing tone before adding, "let's continue over there."

I let him drag me towards the set of settees inside the office. Sam planted his palm on my shoulders and sat me down, squatting in front of me like a knight with his one knee on the floor. 

"So?" he tilted his head, waiting for my command.

Commanding him didn't feel strange at all. If anything, I truly pondered on what to order him to do. 

"Hmm... here," I pressed my lips as I lifted my leg until my foot was right in front of him. Sam arched a brow as he gazed up, locking eyes with me.

How dangerous, I thought. Just one look from him would make one tremble in fear, but it gave the opposite effect on me. Behind those pairs of menacing crimson eyes glowed with desire.

"Remove my stockings, Your Majesty," I requested in a weak voice, biting my lips once again. "Slowly."

"I see..." Sam let out a low chuckle as he held my foot. My toes curled at the ticklish sensation. 

My husband glided his palms from my toes up to my shin and then thighs, lifting my skirt up along. He massaged my thigh sensually, clipping his fingers at the end of my stocking, eyes still on me. I gulped as he carefully slid it down, clutching the soft settee unconsciously.

I held my breath when Sam suddenly bent over and bit my thigh before planting a kiss on it. He didn't stop as he trailed kisses all the way down, making me shiver when his lips kissed my knee, then my shin, and then the back of my foot. I was the one who told him to take it slowly, but I was the one getting impatient.

"Love, you're the one who said to take it slowly." Sam chuckled as he smirked teasingly at me. "So, what's with that look?"

I frowned, displeased seeing that mischievous grin on his face. "Make it faster."

"Oh no, my love. You shouldn't change your mind like that.." — he was enjoying it.