Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“A w-wedding?” She stuttered, her throat going dry immediately.

This was trouble.

Asides from the fact that Chris knowing about her wedding could destroy everything between them, there was also the fact that another person knowing about the wedding, was against the terms of her contract.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She didn’t know her mystery husband yet but she knew that he was capable of dangerous. He might not be able to hurt Chris because was a vampire but about her family, what about her?

Although it had been written that in a year’s time, the agreement would be off. It hadn’t been up to a year yet, and she felt that his threats were things that would definitely come to pass at a single snap of his fingers.

She really hoped no one would be dying because of her.

She really hoped she wouldn’t be losing her life because of this.

Why was the Universe still trying to punish her.

Wait– what if she told him? So that, maybe, he could protect her fa–

No!

Her mind immediately shut the thought down.

The contract said she mustn’t. Why call trouble if she could just avoid it.

She had to deny.

Deny, deny, deny!

“I mean, what wedding are you talking about?”

“Your wedding,” he answered. “The one with the rich old dude that got stood up.”

“Oh,” she sighed in relief.

A odd ease creeped over her but she welcomed it.

That could have gone bad, really bad.

“Oh?” He pointed out, his voice raising with a sought of panic, “What, you had another wedding?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she laughed it off nervously.

She did had another wedding, one that actually took place, and she was so glad that the contract had said she mustn’t say anything about to anyone, because if not, keeping the secret from Chris would be tearing at her heart right now.

It felt good to have something holding one back from what they normally wouldn’t have done, just to have that one thing as an excuse.

Liberating.

She hated thinking about her wedding though. It made her feel like a dog  on a lease.

She couldn’t wait for a year to be over so that she could finally be free.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you,” she started to say, in a sincere apologetic voice. She really hadn’t intended to keep the wedding that never happened a secret away from him, just that some where along the line, it had lost its importance and she had forgotten about it.

In fact, it felt like the wedding never existed to begin with.

“The whole plan from the beginning was to keep it a secret. Even if the wedding had pushed through, it still would have been a secret. The only reason why that had been on the internet was because of what had happened. Mr Lorenzo was really angry too that it had slipped. You know reputation and all, but everything was sorted almost immediately.” She smiled, “he even got compensated.”

“Compensated by who? With what? I found out that the reason why the wedding was agreed upon in the first place was to pay off debts.”

“Ha, yes, the debts.” She said, thinking fast. “I don’t know how my Father did it but he and Mr Lorenzo kind of reached an… agreement?” Then she squinted her eyes at him. “How did you even know about all these? The news was wiped off the internet and nobody except for the close parties involved knew about the debts.”

“How wouldn’t I?” He shrugged, playing off a pained look. “You are my Potential, of course, I’ll try to find out everything about you even if you don’t tell.”

“Well that is cre-e-py,” she folded her hands over her chest. Now that she was no longer losing her mind with worry, she was more aware about her exposed breasts, “… but I know you are not normal, so I’m just going to pretend that it is romantic.”

“Not normal, uhn?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he pushed her back to the bed. “That is very offensive to the Vampire community. You are vampirephobic and it shows.”

“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, playing along. “That is so truth and so not good. I’m most certainly not naked under one right now and letting him touch my— oh goodness!”

“You smell so good,” he said, his lips brushing against the crock of her next, as he settled himself in-between her legs, teasing her with his throbbing bulge.

Feeling his erect member against her core, yet not entirely been able to feel him because of the piece of clothing that stood in the way, drove her crazy.  She felt the pleasure of before surging through her veins, wilder this time, far more consuming.

She could even feel her pant dampen at that part as a result.

She wanted to form replies but she just couldn’t. Instead her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, the other  stretching across the bed in search of nothing, her legs come around him, interlocking at her ankles, as she pressed him down to her.

“Oh, Chris!” She moaned.

“By the Blood, you sound so good,” he groaned in pleasure.

She could feel him throbbing against her, and in no time she was begging that he pulled his pants off and let her do the same to hers, but Chris was more intent on taking his time with teasing her. So despite the fact that he really wanted to bury himself deep inside her, he restrained himself, instead he proceeded to plant kisses on her neck, leaving hickeys behind like he was marking his territory.

Ivy was breathless with pleasure.

Knowing that he was intentionally keeping her on this edge and he intended to drive her nuts with waiting, she started grinding against him.

“Please, let me– Ah— I need—”

She felt his cold hands wrap around her wrists, pulling her busy hands away from his pants and putting them  above her head.

She groaned, his kisses against her neck were starting to feel a little painful.

Then she felt something sharp grazed slightly against her neck.

Wait– were those his fangs?