Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 93 - If You Can’t Handle The Answer, Don’t Ask The Question

He kissed her collarbone. His heartbeat increased as he felt the urge feeling of making her his and his only. He inhaled her floral scent that made his senses go crazy as an irrepressible feeling was pushing him to tear her clothes off to finally claim her.

John unconsciously slightly opened his mouth, his lips bulged as he revealed his sharp fangs. The closeness with her neck and her human scent made him remember how good human blood tasted and unconscious awoke his animalistic instincts.

He opened his eyes a second before his temptation would get the best of him to pull her away as he murmured, "getaway of me."

His eyes were set on the floor, his breath intensified and his fists were clenching trying to calm his corporal urges.

Roselyn frowned, "w-why?" She stuttered confused. He lifted her to get her up from his chair and in a matter of a second, he rushed outside the dining room.

Was he irritated by her gesture? He said he wanted to wait until the marriage but she still tried to get things started. Maybe that's what bothered him?

She hesitated whether to follow him or not but her body was frozen, not replying to her mind's commands to run behind him and ask for an explanation her body forced her to remain there.

The lady took a long breath and sat down when she heard footsteps coming from the hall. Her heart skipped a beat hoping it was John but when the blond maid entered her lips, that were curved into a smile, thinned.

"Oh, you didn't want to see me." The maid commented deciphering the disappointment in her face but the lady shook her head.

"John stormed off and I was hoping to see him come back."

"What happened?" The blond maid asked placing a hand over her shoulder.

"He was... teasing me when I decided to heat the situation but he probably didn't want me to," Roselyn confessed, embarrassment in her voice made her voice sound slightly shaky.

"I doubt he didn't want you to." The maid commented but the lady intervened before she could finish her sentence, "maybe he doesn't find me pleasuring attractive." She sighed resting her face on her hand.

"He surely, fancies you, Roselyn. He is used to other ways to satisfy his urges." She commented, in a whisper as the maid's cheeks for the first time turned blushy. She wasn't comfortable talking about those matters.

"What do you mean?" Roselyn asked, she had her full attention now.

"You see, he always had that kind of physical activities with women that were very experienced in that area. Maybe you just have to lead him in the suitable humor." The maid said as she wiped the table clean.

"How can I do it?" Roselyn asked in a whisper leaning closer to be heard.

The maid turned her head to check if someone was hearing and after ensuring that nobody was around she whispered back to the lady. "Tease him as he did with you, show him that you're not as innocent as he thinks you are."

Roselyn nodded unsurely, she was innocent how could she pretend she wasn't?

"But maybe do it after the wedding and when you're sure what you're getting yourself into." The maid emphasized her final words with a lower slow tone of voice.

"What am I getting myself into?"

The maid gave her a quick look scanning her upside down, her forehead creased. Didn't the lady know?

"Ask him." She replied. Her cleaning accelerated in agitation, maybe she revealed too much to the lady, and when the King will know she will end up like the old maid, if not worse.

"Tell me, please," Roselyn begged as she closed her hands together. When the maid glanced up to her in hesitation, the lady gave her a pleading look. "I won't tell him." She reassured the young girl who took a breath in resignation.

"Many vampire girls do it... roughly with him. And he is rumored to enjoy it with only supernatural creatures and not human ones." The maid confessed as she sighed out.

Roughly? She felt her head spinning, will he hurt her? Now she was worried. That was the reason why he invited many girls to the castle to keep him occupied?

Roselyn's face turned pale, concerned not to be able to satisfy him. She didn't even know how to learn that odd sexual activity how could she even manage to adapt to a violent approach?

She regretted having asked the maid to know more, but even more, she regretted having teased him back earlier.

"I shouldn't have told you." The maid murmured looking at her face still pale from what she heard.

Roselyn peeked at the door when she heard footsteps echoing from there.

A second later, John entered the room and Roselyn unconsciously swallowed down, just the sight of him formed a lump in her throat. Mixed feelings were giving her confusing commands, should she speak to him? Ask him why he left her? However, after the news she learned, did she want to know?

"Don't tell him, please," the maid whispered as lower as possible before rushing toward the door.

Right before she stepped over the threshold, John stretched his hand to impede her passage.

The maid widened her eyes, her gaze was set on the floor as she feared to look at him straight into his eyes.

"Don't tell me what?" He glowered at the maid, raising his voice.

His gaze traveled for a second toward Roselyn just to be darted back to the victim he kept imprisoned between the wall and his arm.

"Speak." He insisted.. He ran out of patience easily and the maid knew that very well.