For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Sixteen ♡ New

𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘:𝔂𝓸𝓾

"Rolf," she whimpered softly, her breath hitching as she felt his lips graze her neck in a series of feather-light kisses, their fingers entwined comfortably against her abdomen.

"𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈," he murmured seductively, his voice a low caress that sent pleasant shivers all over her body.

"I missed you more," she declared, turning briskly to face him. His usual tousled black hair shone with a lustrous sheen, catching the light just so. Her gaze roamed over his attire, taking in the way the black tunic draped elegantly from his shoulder, cascading down to a point just below his hips, yet gracefully above his knees. Complementing the tunic, he wore matching trousers and a leather belt, topped off with an armless black coat adorned with leather-like strips that added a dash of flair to his ensemble.

Finally, her eyes settled on his knee-length black boots, which anchored his appearance with an undeniable charisma.

He looked... utterly and irresistibly captivating.

"Watching you size me up is the most adorable sight," he chuckled, drawing her closer by the waist. Rachel glanced around cautiously, her cheeks warming as she replied, "Every woman in there is bound to stare and size you up far more than I ever did."

"Come on, baby, you know that I’m all yours," he said, the tension in her face easing instantly at his words. His gaze lingered on her, darting from her eyes to her luscious red lips, his pupils dilating as he swallowed hard. Rachel felt a sly smile creep onto her lips; it seemed her little game was working.

"What kind of bewitching charm did they put on you?" he asked, his brows knitting together as he continued to scrutinize her.

She looked away, her smile fading abruptly. Damn it! That idiot had promised he wouldn’t notice!

"What idiot? Wait, who did your makeup?"

"Stop reading my thoughts, Rolf," she retorted, irritation flaring in her chest.

"Fuck, Rachel," he sighed, his voice heavy with frustration. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?"

Her gaze met his, filled with a mix of sympathy and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

In a swift movement, he released her waist, grasped her hand, and guided it boldly to his crotch. Rachel's breath hitched at the sensation of his arousal pressing into her palm. He tilted her hand slightly, and the soft moan that escaped him sent a jolt of heat through her. Her eyes locked with his, and she flushed deeper as he bit his lip, angling his face closer, preparing to close the distance for a kiss.

"Welcoming the mighty warrior, Prince Rolf Fielding, and his beloved human mate, Rachel Alaric Fenrer!" a deep male voice boomed, echoing through the room as the grand doors swung open.

In an instant, Rachel and Rolf broke apart, her hand retracting from his middle as she clasped them nervously in front of her, her heart racing as she silently prayed that no one would notice her flushed cheeks.

Rolf cursed inwardly, though he felt a wave of gratitude for his elegant tunic. Who would have guessed it could so effectively mask his unexpected arousal? Clearing his throat awkwardly, he entwined their fingers once more, offering her a reassuring smile as he mouthed, "I love you."

She squeezed his hand tightly, reciprocating those three heartfelt words in her mind. The doors fully opened, revealing the power couple as they descended the staircase, adorned with a luxurious white and black carpet.