"I'm only going to undress you for a nice warm bath so you won't catch a cold," he whispered in a fervent undertone against the shell of her ear.
Eve felt a rush of wind and her ears burned at his words. The vampire had mentioned something so crude and yet he seemed unashamed by it. She tried to articulate her thoughts but there was nothing she could tell the man. His fingers traced the back of her neck, up and down as his hot breath fanned the base of her neck. He found the zipper of her gown and pulled it, a little. The zip sound jolted Eve out of her reverie. This was wrong...so wrong.
"Your majesty, you can't do this," her voice came out in hushed whispers. Her hands were turning clumsy with nervousness. She placed them on the wooden door, her heart thumping rapidly.
"Why? You are my bride after all," she heard him speak in a rasped voice. He worked his finger back to her neck, lingering on a spot as he blew soft air on her sensitive skin. Eve tried hard not to sigh. He was causing an unfamiliar yearning within her, a whirlwind of emotions and questions.
"We-we are not married," Eve argued.
"Then should we get married now?" He asked, staring at her bare neck with his red eyes. Eve didn't know why his actions were causing the tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her hands, placed on the door, fisted, causing her fingernails to pierce her palm.
Listening to her quickened breath and heartbeat, he knew he was eliciting the right reaction from her. When she didn't reply to his question, his hand trailed to the jewel she wore around her neck and he unhooked it, allowing the expensive jewel to fall on the floor, unconcerned if it would be destroyed.
One of his hands pulled her brown locks from her back and he tied them up in a messy bun on her head. He pulled the zipper of her dress again, and Eve gasped, her nails tearing more into her palm. Her ears and cheeks burned hot at the thought that her bare back was in his view. She had worn a cream-colored petticoat with a low backline.
"You know, Evelyn?"
"You smell absolutely divine," he whispered. What was he implying? Eve thought, feeling her insides curl in pleasure.
When he pulled the zip to the end at her waist, Eve tried to speak.
"King Sebastian-"
"Shh," Sebastian breathed against the skin of her back. As hard as she tried, she wasn't able to suppress the sigh that escaped from her lips.
"Sebastian, Evelyn. Call me Sebastian," he insisted. She didn't know why, but she thought his voice sounded frustrated. Even though she did nothing, he was finding it hard to restrain his own desires.
He pulled down the sleeve of her gown down her right shoulder. He pressed his lips, this time more firmly, on her bare back and moved them downwards, leaving soft kisses as he went. Eve felt assaulted by feelings of confusion and desire that overcame her.
"Y- you're not going to bathe me, are you?" Eve asked in a breathy voice, she was finding it hard not to react to his touch, her toes curled under his ministrations. The uncertain part of her wanted to pull away but another part of her craved more, yearning for the newfound desires Sebastian had awakened in her.
Sebastian bit hard on her skin, and she shamelessly cried out, one he wished he would listen to through the whole night. This made his jaw clenched.
"Do you want me to?" He questioned.
"I'll be sure to give you a nice-"
"No," she quickly shook her head.
"Please don't," she pleaded, she was going to drown herself in shame if he did.
Sebastian chuckled at her quick refusal, he would make the undressing slower then, he thought. The windows were open, which allowed wind to blow inside the room, yet Eve grew hotter with the passing seconds.
He pulled the other sleeve of her dress off her shoulder, and the dress fell from her body, dropping on the ground like a pool around her feet.
Eve gasped at the sharp sting of cold that hit her back, it caused her toes to curl again and her insides tangle that settled between her legs.
She felt like clasping her legs together to stop the feeling between it, but somehow she knew it was only going to ignite the fire Sebastian had put on her and it was undoubtedly wrong.
Sebastian gazed at her graceful, womanly figure and gently turned her to face him. She instinctively placed her hands over her bosom, her eyes fixed on the ground. His eyes sparkled, witnessing the impact he had on her. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and drops of sweat glistened on her fair skin. Her lips parted as she took a deep breath. When a breeze blew in, Eve shivered and tightly wrapped her arms around herself, inadvertently pressing her hands against her chest. This emphasized her bosoms which top peeked out from her petticoat.
Sebastian froze seeing this, and he growled.
"Don't."
Eve was taken aback by his sudden remark and lifted her gaze to meet his. Her soft brown eyes, filled with the desire he had awakened, locked with his. He felt a tightening in his trousers, causing him to curse in frustration.
Unable to decipher the expression on his face, Eve gasped as he forcefully removed her hands from her chest and pulled her against him, her back pressed against the wooden door once more. His breath came out in ragged exhales, brushing against the hollow of her neck.
"Don't look at me with those eyes, Eve," he said in a breathy voice, his hands tightened on her wrist and was placed above her on the door, and he felt the softness of her mound against his chest.
"Please let me go," Eve pleaded in a low voice. He could tell from her face that she was never going to break his rule again so she wouldn't undergo his punishment, this made him chuckle and he let go of her hands, moving back to look at her. Eve's hands quickly moved up to cover her bosoms again.
His black hair hovered on his face and his red eyes looked darker.
"You can go have your bath," he said, putting his hands inside his pockets.
Eve nodded, her hair had come loose and fell messily on her body, she picked up her dress and walked away from him in the direction of the bathroom. Noticing he wasn't leaving the room, she turned to see him already looking at her and he asked
"Do you have a second thought? you want me in the bath with you?" His lips pulled up at the sides. Eve turned more red and she quickly shook her head and ran inside her bathroom, locking herself away from the shameless devil.
Eve soaked herself for hours in the bathroom, she was submerged completely in the warm bath and only came out to breathe in air. Her cheeks were still flushed and she bit the insides of her mouth.
"The King is no doubt a devil, one thrown not only from heaven but from hell also," Eve muttered to herself, he had dropped in the living realm to be a torture in her life.
A pervert!
When Eve stepped back into the room, she noticed the King was gone, she went to the closet and picked a pink nightwear which she wore before going to her bed.
The room felt warmer and she looked around to notice the woods in the fireplace was lit and it cackled softly in the night. Her windows were also closed and the curtains pulled giving the room a much warmer ambience.
She laid on her side on the bed and pulled the bed cover up to her face as she closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep, shutting down every thought that crept into her mind.
In the King's room, Sebastian chased the maids out of the room and stepped into the bathroom. He badly needed release and he didn't want to ruin the little precious flower. He had bedded many women yet he couldn't bring him to touch any of the maids to satisfy himself.
He stepped into the large bath that was filled with warm water, his head was thrown upwards and his red eyes closed as his hand wrapped his member under the water, his hand moved slowly and then rapidly as he lips moved in a soft whisper,
"Evelyn."