Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 67

67 Your Eyes

“Very badly,” Anastasia answered with a bated breath.

Caspian gazed at her lips and smirked, satisfied by her answer, as well as the desire that he saw in her face and heard in her voice.

He lightly brushed his lips against hers again, and he ordered in his low and deep voice, “Say it again, wife. Show me how much you desire me.”

Anastasia could feel his words reverberating on her lips and flowing into her body, giving goosebumps. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck even tighter and pulled him down.

A fervent desire took over her mind and body. She gazed at her husband’s lips and asked, “I want to kiss you and taste you, Caspian. Please, allow me.”

Caspian pecked on the top of her nose, deliberately avoided her lips, and then bent towards her ear. He could see her ear already flushed with blood. He teasingly bit her ear lobe, and he whispered raggedly, “Yes, that’s right. You should beg some more.”

Caspian slowly slid his hand from her hips to her waist, feeling the curves of her body. He made her turn around with a swift motion of his hands. And he gently pressed her against the backrest of the sofa.

He tightly pressed his body in alignment with hers, his manhood got nudged against her hips.

“Mmh...” the softest moan escaped her mouth when she felt something hard.

.....

Anastasia drew in a sharp breath. She was greatly embarrassed when she understood what part of her husband was touching her hips. Though it was from above her gown, and though she was fully clothed, she felt like she was completely naked in front of her husband.

Caspian made her lean down on the backrest of the sofa by putting his body weight on her back. He nibbled her ear, and he whispered bewitchingly, “If you beg some more then I might even give you the greatest pleasure you could ever desire.”

“I just... want a kiss,” Anastasia breathlessly whispered back and tried to turn around to face her husband.

However, Caspian’s heavy body was still pressing her. She was trapped between her husband and the sofa with no possible way to escape or even make the slightest movement.

She felt her husband’s cold hands freely roaming around her back. They slowly made their way to her stomach. And then they traveled further up to her breasts.

“Cas... aaahh...” She was about to protest, but she abruptly felt her husband squeezing and massaging her breasts.

“Mmh... so...” she arched her back and rested her nape on her husband’s shoulder. She turned her head and whispered on his cheek, “...is this your way of p-punishing me?”

Caspian squeezed her even harder and agreed in his husky voice, “Damn right! This is your punishment for avoiding me... and driving me insane by asking me to pretend that you don’t exist. Do you still want me to pretend that you don’t exist?”

“No, I don’t,” Anastasia replied in an aroused whimper.

She closed her eyes and let him ‘punish’ her because even the punishment was pleasurable.

“Hnngh!” Anastasia flinched when Caspian unexpectedly pinched her hard nipples and rolled them.

Her heart started drumming inside her chest like never before. She had never experienced this kind of pleasure until now. She felt as if something heavenly exploded in her chest, and the sparks shot down to her navel and everywhere else.

Caspian gently rubbed his body against his wife’s body. He never stopped massaging her breasts while he kissed and nibbled vigorously on her neck and shoulder.

“Nngh... Caspian... what...” Anastasia crossed her legs, and her body shuddered as the wave of pleasure hit her in places she never imagined.

She unintentionally slammed her back against her husband’s chest. She felt as if her husband was controlling her body with the little tricks that he was doing with his hands and mouth.

“What are you-” she whimpered again but couldn’t even complete the sentence.

Caspian squeezed Anastasia’s cheeks with his palm and turned her head to the side. He pinched her chin and kept on gazing at her, contemplating whether or not to go for her lips.

He wanted to deprive her of what she wanted since he had been deprived of what he wanted for the past four days.

However, he couldn’t resist his urge anymore. And the urge grew ten folds when he gazed at her puckered lips.

Caspian finally let go of the idea of simply teasing his wife and going to sleep. He closed his eyes and stroked his lips against hers. He felt as if his heart exploded with immense satisfaction as her soft and wet lips burned against his lips.

“Mmph...” Anastasia moaned in his mouth, she let him in without resisting for a second. Caspian’s tongue encroached her mouth, his taste flowed in hers like a wave of a tsunami.

Caspian made her turn around again. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulled her closer than she already was, and pushed himself in. He grabbed her hair and gently tugged her head backward.

“Aah!” she opened her mouth.

And Caspian dove in again. He appreciated how his wife welcomed the thrusting of his tongue and even reciprocated it.

‘She is a quick learner,’ he thought to himself while he savored the sweet and intoxicating taste of his wife.

Their lips moved against each other in great harmony, their body exploded with pleasure, and their heart filled with an even greater desire. They both wanted more.

The searing flames of desire coursed through Caspian’s body. He swiftly picked Anastasia in his arms. He wanted to take her to the bedchamber.

However, the moment he took a few steps, he felt it again – the paralyzing urge to sink his fangs into his wife’s neck. The feeling he wished that never returned came knocking on his head.

“Argh!” He struggled to keep holding his wife without hurting her. He felt his fangs tearing his gums and protruding out.

“Caspian?” Anastasia saw him closing his eyes and tightly shutting his lips. She didn’t need to guess what was happening to him. She was now afraid as well as concerned, afraid that he would bite her, and concerned that he seemed to be in great pain.

Caspian’s breathing got heavier than before. All he could hear was her little heart pumping the blood. He opened his eyes, and all he could see was her inviting slender neck.

He didn’t want to suck her dry like his other victims. But he did feel this need to sink his fangs into her skin and get a slight taste of her blood.

“Caspian!” He suddenly heard his wife shouting at him and snapped out of his daze. He felt her soft and warm hands cupping his cheeks, and instead of fear, he saw a hint of concern and appreciation in her eyes.

Anastasia gave him a soft smile and whispered, “Caspian, your eyes... they...”

“I’m sorry!” He hurriedly put his wife down, and he asked her in an apologetic tone, “Are you not scared? I must look like a hideous monster at the moment.”

Anastasia curiously touched one of his fangs. She shook her head and calmly replied, “You did not bite me, did you? And why should I be scared? You look so beautiful. Your grey eyes suit you so much.”

“Grey?” Caspian shot a quizzical glance at Anastasia as if she had just said something very absurd.

Anastasia smiled and nodded, “They look beautiful.”

Caspian instantly rushed inside the bedchamber. He stood in front of the mirror with a stunned expression on his face.

His eyes... were indeed grey. And he mumbled in an utterly shocked voice, “How is this even possible?”