"Shouldn't you have at least knocked?"
"You may have already forgotten but I am a prince in the East Kingdom, and you are my wife. I don't think I need to get your permission upon entering the room."
That was right. He always had that comeback whenever Hena snaps at him. She knew that he was not an easy opponent. For some reason, she didn't want to seduce this vampire prince and do her duties as her wife because of his annoying personality.
The Vampire Prince looked at Hena with a playful gaze. Hena realized that he looked magnificently hot wearing a robe, a loose-fitting outer garment that made him look devilishly handsome.
His pectoral muscles appeared broad and wide. His wide, strong shoulders made his body look like a pillar. His dark black hair was swept off and Hena could clearly see how his hair was still dripping wet.
Approaching Hena with light, but firm steps, he stroked her waist from her back; his hand slid down and grabbed her behind, and he pulled her into his massive arms.
The back of Hena's leg already touched the bed. Her stare fixed on the alluring man in front of her as he mischievously gazed at hers, clearly trying to taunt her into something sensual and playful.
"You're making me uncomfortable."
"That's good to hear."
"What?" asked Hena as she raised her right brow. With her gaze still on the man's entrancing, wayfarer-red eyes. "Why do you always tend to act like we're close?"
The prince who took hold of her waist, transferred his grip on her left arm as he gently pulled her towards the bed. She watched him stand right in front of her.
The bed felt warm and soft and the silks caressed her body. The lights were low and Luka's tall stature hid those. The moment he shifted his body to the side, Hena is a little bit blinded by the lights being emitted.
"You do this every time. You always forget about me." Luka said. His gaze softened as he looked at her. "But I don't think I'd have to worry about it since you're already my wife."
Wife.
The moment she became the vampire prince's wife made her become a half-vampire half-human. But as a vampire, she only had to offer her blood to him at certain times.
"What do you mean---?"
A fragment of memory was inserted into her mind. There, she saw a young boy's face, similar to that of Luka. It was the same old entrancing red eyes that seemed to be staring right into her soul.
Luka smirked and ran their fingers through their hair, moving it away from his face. He positioned himself on top of Hena as he reached out to take Hena by the chin.
With his loose robe in front of her, she unknowingly looked onto the prince's chest. It was just as hard to look at a time like this.
"Like what you're seeing?"
At Luka's words, Hena couldn't help but turn red as she quickly closed her eyes.
Luka nudged Hena's head up and as she opened her eyes, her attention returned to his eyes, those glowing red eyes. The heat in the room suddenly seemed so intense.
"Keep in mind that I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be your wife."
Luka moved a strand of hair from Hena's face. "I'm sure that memories of me will come back," he said. "I am yours, the same way to say that you are mine."
Hena brought her hand up to her chest, settling it above her heart, feeling her heartbeat.
Calm, cool, in control…
Always in control.
Or at least, that was what she wanted to do.
She wanted to take control of the situation and tell him about her goals.
,The fact that she had to get the Queen's side by producing an heir with this charming man. Get the highest position possible for her, reclaim the North Kingdom and let the South Kingdom suffer for life.
"Consummation of marriage," Hena whispered. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt embarrassed by her own words. "I want to do it."
"Hm, do you think I would do it easily?" Prince Luka murmured into Hena's ear. He leaned in close that for a second Hena thought that the prince almost made it to her lips. "Not so fast, milady."
"What?"
"I don't care about your goals," the vampire prince cheekily smirked, showing off his pearly white fangs as he pinned her on her bed, running his fingers through his jet-black hair. It was annoying how this man was wickedly charming and devastatingly handsome. "I just want to take away all of your innocence and sip your blood like it's my favorite hibiscus tea."
Hena was reminded of how pleasurable and weird it was for her when this man took a sip of her blood to save her from the assassin. The way how her stare went on his lips made her feel even more self-conscious than ever.
"You're ridiculous!"
Luka leaned in closer and the way how his nose touched Hena's neck made her shiver from the sudden contact. She knew that it was his intention of making her feel uncomfortable.
Teasing her appeared to be the most interesting thing for him to do.
And it was something that irked her, but at the same time, felt the attraction connecting the two of them.
She felt a soft but wet sensation on her neck. With Luka's smooth hair strands touching her jawline, Hena felt the strange ticklish sensation in her senses.
Hena felt his lips parted on her skin as he gently it on her rosy bare skin. She let out a soft groan as he breathed out on her neck. She felt the warm breeze as it went further down her collarbone.
"We'll see about that, babe." The vampire prince's bedroom voice made him appear seductive and sexy. His voice was deep and low, making it attractive for him. "But since I already took some of your blood for earlier, I guess I'll make do for it."