Chapter 319 Solace- Part 4
Calhoun knew it wasn't that Madeline was rejecting or refusing the idea, but only that she needed those eleven more days to prepare herself for something she had never done. He had promised her to wait, but this was him helping her prepare and not faint on him.
"What about you?" she asked him. Though she didn't put it in full words, Calhoun knew what she was speaking about. The question was enticing, and it turned his eyes dark, to have Madeline question about returning the favour to please him.
"What about me?" asked Calhoun, his tongue going back to run against his fang, and when the sharp tip cut the tongue, he tasted his blood.
"I sometimes feel like I want to stab you," she muttered under her breath. Madeline knew Calhoun understood her question, yet he went to the length of wanting her to elaborate her words.
"I cannot wait," Calhoun grinned before lifting her one leg up in the air and in front of his face. He kissed the inside of her ankle, his lips brushing against her skin that sent a jolt over Madeline's body. After brushing his lips for the second time on the bone of her ankle, he said, "If you still have energy with what I have on my mind, I would be more than pleased to have you around me…" he left the words hanging in the air for her to complete.
Madeline bit her bottom lip. She didn't know what to do, but she knew Calhoun would help her because of her lack of knowledge on the matter.
She felt her heartbeat quicken when he left her ankle to move his lips up. Calhoun's eyes were closed as he dropped another kiss on her skin.
His lips glided up, passing her knee while his hands pushed the petticoat upwards so that he could have a better look at her. There was something about the innocent white undergarment that tightened his slacks as his member hardened. He would love to take up on her offer, but he didn't want to rush Madeline. She was his sweet girl, and he wanted her first experiences in everything with him to be pleasurable enough to have her crave more from him.
She was nervous and felt ticklish when Calhoun's lips reached her thighs. His face was half-hidden, and she saw glimpses of his expression on his face, where the cocky King, who often wore a smirk on his face now looked serious. Her hand itched to touch his inky black hair, which she secretly wanted to weave it through her fingers.
Calhoun raised his head to look at Madeline, making sure she was doing alright so far where she looked back at him. Her lips that were parted had turned slightly dry, she pressed them together before running her tongue over it. Without warning, Calhoun's mouth opened, and he bit into her inner thigh of her right leg, letting his fangs sink into her skin to feel blood trickle into his mouth.
Madeline flinched at the prick she felt at the sensitive skin where Calhoun bit which wasn't too far from her undergarment. Her nails had dug into the palms of her hand, but the pain disappeared to be replaced by the pleasure that started to heat her body. She could feel the desire beginning to build in the pit of her stomach, thrumming through every inch of her skin.
She wanted to squeeze her legs, but Calhoun had placed his hand on her left knee.
Calhoun had not just bit into her thigh but to suck the blood and he heard soft audible sighs escape through her lips. Her blood tasted sweeter than the last time, and he could smell the scent of rose wafting from her skin. It was sweet and tender, making his heartache and his hands itch to tear the rest of the clothes from her body so that he could consume her until there was nothing left of her.
With Madeline's invitation, Calhoun took the chance of pulling his fangs away and took another bite that was higher than the previous place he had bitten. The blood that touched his tongue tasted nothing less to the sweetest delicacy he ever had the opportunity to have his hands on.
As Calhoun continued to suck her soft skin, the room filled itself with Madeline's sighs.
Taking enough blood from her, Calhoun pulled himself from her, his tongue running over his teeth and lips to catch the traces of Madeline's blood, "The tastiest meal I have ever had the pleasure of having," he complimented her, "I don't think many have the luck to have an angel as their meal."
It was strange that a demon was taking blood from an angel, thought Madeline to herself. It was possibly a strange combination one could find.
Calhoun's hands moved up to either side of her undergarment, hooking his fingers on the waistband to see her legs squeeze against each other. Madeline had not forgotten the way his finger made her feel the last time it was in between her legs. Just thinking about it made her undergarment to have a wet patch and her toes pressed against each other. They weren't in their rooms but in the private parlour room of the King.
Madeline didn't stop him when he slid the undergarment down her dainty looking legs that she tried to cross again.
"I can feel your thoughts, my rose," Calhoun said to her, pushing her knees apart as he came to hover over her body. She gulped over his closeness and his words, "I have barely done anything to you," he dropped his voice to a whisper as his hand went between her legs to feel the wetness and her desire that had pooled in there.
She gasped when his finger casually ran across the folds between her legs.
Calhoun basked in the pleasure-filled expression that passed through the innocent girl's face, hearing her heart hitch with every touch and glide of his fingertips that brushed over her folds. Having already touched her before, he knew what Madeline liked, but today was not going to end the way it did before.
Widening her legs, Calhoun who had settled between her legs, lowered his head...