The Crown's Obsession

As she had thought, Calhoun had worn nothing but the robe around his body as he had only finished taking a bath. His tousled hair was slowly drying as they didn't stick to his forehead anymore as she had seen when she had stepped into the room. He stood there as naked as her, his body taut and proud whilst she continued to keep her hands in the same position.

It was hard to look further down from his face because of the way he looked at her as if one small movement from her would lead this big bad wolf to gobble her up. The look in his eyes was something that reminded her of the time when he had cornered her in one of the corridors of the castle before she had run away from him to join the crowd during the time of Hallow. His eyes were intense and intimidating, but there was also something else in there, something dark and dangerous that lurked behind those red eyes of his.

When he took a step forward towards Madeline, out of instinct, it looked like she was ready to bolt from where she stood. "Don't try that," warned Calhoun, his voice deep and seductive.

"I didn't do anything," she replied to see him raise one of his eyebrows.

"I know, darling. I am asking you to be cautious to not to run because you know I enjoy a good chase, and the chase tonight will turn one to be a tempting one," he said, walking around to stand behind her. "But the question here is if you will survive at the end of the chase?"

Madeline felt him place his hands on either side of her waist, settling on the curve and his thumb started to draw circles on her skin before suddenly pulling her against him. She wondered if it was possible to have one's soul leave the body because that is exactly how she felt. With his front body pressed against her back, she could feel his manhood pressed on her bottom, almost coming to settle on the crease of her bottom.

"You wouldn't do something I don't like," came her breathy words that were hard to get out of her lips, but Calhoun heard it. He always heard what she said.

"Hm, who said I would do something you wouldn't like," said Calhoun, he leaned forward to the right side of her face. His words came to fall right next to her ear, "You will possibly pass out before we are done. To let go of the raw emotions, that might burn you. But who knows, you might want more, and I might not just give it to you, holding it back until you give in." His words sent a shiver down her body, "Let's keep that for some other time."

Every word he uttered to her, she felt like her body had already started to sink and float in them. Feeling him push his lower body on her back, Madeline's hand went to hold Calhoun's leg for support, and she felt him move her hair to one side so that he could press his lips against her neck. One kiss after another, sighs escaped her lips at the feeling of his lips brushing and pressing against her skin. She could feel butterflies in her stomach with Calhoun holding and caressing her.

When she turned her head around, Calhoun caught hold of her lips in his, opening up to her and she to him as they kissed again. She tasted sweet, the rose fragrance wafting up and around them as he continued to tease her with kisses and brush of his fingers on her stomach that had her push and arch herself towards him.

Unable to contain himself, he bit her lips to hear a soft cry erupt from her throat and he sucked the blood from her bottom lip.

"You are hungry," she whispered on his lips, and Calhoun smiled.

"More than you can imagine." He retraced his hands away from her before picking her up in his arms and taking her to bed.

Calhoun placed Madeline gently at the centre of the surface of the bed before taking a moment to look at his newlywed wife who looked up at him with doe-like eyes in anticipation of what he had in store for her. She looked beautiful right now, her golden blonde hair sprawled around her head, and her hands brought up to her front and her knees folded to place her feet flat on the bed.

Like Calhoun, Madeline couldn't resist not looking at his body.

Her eyes trailed across his broad shoulders and then his smooth chest. Having already placed her hands several times on his chest, she could imagine the texture of his skin. As her gaze drifted down, she noticed how his upper body started to taper into a V shape before her eyes fell on his endowed member that had already hardened.

When her eyes went to look at him, she saw him already looking at her, but he didn't say anything.

He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart while also pushing them down so that she could rest her legs. He moved towards her with a look of a predator in his eyes, one hand moving after another on either side of her before he came to hover above her.

The fluttering feeling in her stomach didn't stop, but it only increased, creating a tornado which she had never felt before. Madeline's eyes moved to look back and forth between Calhoun's eyes, and with him being this close to her in this position, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest, leaving an essence of sweetness as it started to spread throughout her and making her yearn for him.

"Maddie," Calhoun whispered her name, and she couldn't resist not bringing her hands forward to reach out for him.

When he leaned closer to her, she brushed his hair before settling both her hands on either side of his face. Like something very new, she looked at him in fascination. Her fingertips trailed the bones and ridges on his face.

If someone had asked her about Calhoun in the past, she would have never believed that he could turn out to be this sweet. That someone like him could open his arms for her even when he knew what she was capable of. Her heart squeezed further at the thought of what her touch could do. Not to forget, he came from the lineage of demons and she from the family of fallen angels, a union which was unheard of.

And despite knowing her that her ability could cause damage to him, Calhoun continued to stay not just near her, but next to her.

Her lips parted, trembling, and she whispered something that had Calhoun stop and stare at her.

"Tell it again," he said, wanting to hear those words from her lips again.

"I...I love you, Cal."

And on her words, he leaned forward to press his forehead on hers with his eyes closed as if he had been waiting to hear those words from her and a sigh escaped his lips. Opening his eyes, Calhoun said, "And I love you, until the very last breath and beyond."