247 Wolf in the bed- Part 4

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Madeline, who was in an aroused state, stared at Calhoun over the words he just said. She quickly shook her head, "W-what?" She had heard his words clearly, but with her body which was on its own high, Calhoun had stopped her midway, she felt lost. Her cheeks burned more because of the blood rushing up to her face,

"Y-you don't have to do t-that."

His hand was still around her ankle, the little touch had turned her thoughts go in a different direction, somewhere making her ache in need. 

Calhoun stared into Madeline's eyes, "Is that what you truly desire?" he asked her, "What does your body say?"

Madeline's lips had turned dry. Her body wanted to finish what Calhoun had started, by making her do awkward things in front of him, but he had also stopped her. Why did he make her do something if he was not letting her finish it?! Asked Madeline to herself. Worse, Calhoun offered to help her.

"Are you not going to answer, Madeline?" asked Calhoun, his fingers tracing up her ankle and then underneath the dress. Madeline wanted to pull away from him, but she knew she would have to bear far worse consequences than what was happening right now. 

"We shouldn't be doing this," her words came out in a whisper. A shiver ran down her spine by feeling Calhoun caress her, which was nothing less to a whisper on her skin that was promising to offer sinful pleasure.

"What are we doing?" asked Calhoun, his words coy and when Madeline was about to use her hand to stop his hand, it was caught in his other hand. "Always so quick. It seems like you forgot what you did this evening. What were you thinking by running and making me chase you?" Though Calhoun had caught hold of her hand, he also let it go once the spike in her heart was trying to get back to its normal state. 

Madeline was asking the same question Calhoun asked her. What was she thinking running away from him?

"Things like these…" Madeline's voice trailed when Calhoun's hand made its way towards her knees. 

Madeline had stopped talking because Calhoun's touch on her skin was not repulsing, but it was sensual and sweet, making her want to squeeze her thighs together. She tried not to stretch her ankles and toes, as she saw him look at her with an expressionless look on his face. 

His fingers had moved to touch the garter, and she felt him play with it, "Calhoun," she whispered his name that came out breathy.

"Yes?" he asked, being attentive to her, "Which one are you wearing?" asked the shameless King. 

Madeline couldn't keep her gaze on him anymore, and she looked to her side at the surface of the bed, "The new one," she replied to him. 

As if to test its elasticity, Calhoun slipped one of his fingers beneath the garter, and pulled it upward before running it from left to right. With Madeline's dress that had been moved up her thighs for Calhoun's viewing, she quietly sat as he let her get comfortable with her legs being naked in front of him. But that wasn't what he wanted today. 

Since he had Madeline staying in the castle, he had been holding himself back from pouncing on her. If it were someone else, he would have torn the clothes by now. But this was Madeline, and Calhoun was taking his time for her to give her heart to him willingly. But Calhoun had a limit, and he couldn't go on without having something from her. 

Madeline noticed how Calhoun appeared to be playing with the garter, his eyes on it before he let go of the garter for it to snap on her skin, making her flinch. 

"The idea might appear to be frightening, but it is far from it," said Calhoun. 

"It sounds like the devil's words," Madeline responded to see him grin. 

"Maybe," he replied to her, "Why to have water in drops, when you can take a whole gulp of it? You have done well so far, Madeline." Calhoun had pegged that she would need a lot of coaxing before she would submit to his words on showing him one of Lucy's suggestions. But it looked like he had teased her enough to make her want to have a release. 

Madeline trying to be smart said, "Then it should be enough for the night. No?" 

"No," answered Calhoun, "What you did was only stir and arouse yourself more. I would feel terrible if you went to sleep in such a state."

Madeline gave him a look. Calhoun was speaking as if he was doing a favour to her when in truth, he was only continuing to tease her more. When Calhoun went to push her dress further, Madeline's hands were quick to place on her lap so that they wouldn't move up. 

"Why are you pushing it so high?!" she asked with her eyes wide. 

Calhoun stared back at the shy girl, "It will be uncomfortable for you to have the dress pushed and crumpled around your waist. Raise your hands. I guess just pushing them up won't be helpful."

Madeline's lips pursed and her hands had formed to loose fists, as she felt she was drowning in his eyes. It wasn't the first time she had removed her dress. Instead of prolonging the time, Madeline nervously raised her hand to let Calhoun help her out of the dress that she was wearing, leaving her in chemise like petticoat. 

"How do you feel?" asked Calhoun, wanting to make sure she was alright. 

"Cold," answered Madeline. 

Calhoun turned his head to look at the fireplace, and when he snapped his fingers, the fire suddenly burned brighter than ever before, and he turned his gaze back at her, "It should be warm in some time."

Madeline didn't know what to say. So far, Calhoun had appeared to be one of the strongest vampires she could ever imagine was alive. His abilities were far beyond anything that she had ever heard. 

"Pull the pillow down and place your head on it," he advised, and Madeline turned around to push the pillow that was resting against the headboard down on the bed.

She could feel her heartbeat getting louder and faster with every second that passed. The room did turn warm, but Madeline didn't know if it was because of the fireplace or because her body was heating up at Calhoun's gaze on her. She did as he told. 

When Lady Lucy had spoken about doing it underneath her dress, Madeline was too scared to do it and doing things over her clothes felt much easier under Calhoun's intense eyes. He watched every single movement of hers, his eyes not leaving her even for a moment. 

Madeline then felt Calhoun trace his fingers up, bunching the petticoat she had been wearing to push it up towards her waist. The petticoat was thin in texture compared to the many layers of dress that was removed two minutes ago. She turned her head to the side, her eyes staring at the walls. 

"Look at me, Madeline," came Calhoun's demanding words. 

As shy as she was at this moment, it took a lot of courage for her to turn and make eye contact with Calhoun who was already looking at her, "You are beautiful, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Not when you are going to be my wife."

Even though Calhoun hadn't done anything yet to her, Madeline could feel her breath turning shallow. There were mixed emotions swirling in her mind, but her body felt like it wanted to be touched, fire blazing not just in the fireplace but also on her skin that felt hot and bothered. It didn't help that Calhoun looked at her as if she was something exquisite and wanted to steal her away. She could feel his desire from where he sat next to her legs. 

Maybe somewhere it was good, thought Madeline to herself, doing things little by little because she was already ready to faint. 

"Raise your hips, sweet," Calhoun's words were sweet as if he would not hurt her. Doing as he asked, she felt him fold the petticoat so that it wouldn't hurt her skin because of the unevenness. 

Madeline brought both her hands to place it below her chest, her fingers holding each other, "Have you done this with others too?" came her small voice. 

"You mean other women and girls?" asked Calhoun, wondering if she was feeling insecure or jealous about the women he had slept with. Madeline gave a small nod. 

"I have touched them but not the way I am touching you now. Are you jealous?" he asked her directly, and Madeline shook her head. "Good. You shouldn't be. What you should worry is the present and the future. Not the things that have happened in the past," saying this, he pushed her legs apart. Calhoun noticed how petite Madeline's body was. He wanted to run his hands over her pale smooth legs, but at the same time, he didn't want to scare her. 

When his eyes fell on the white garment, Calhoun wondered how long he would be able to hold back from not tearing it. His teeth gritted against each other, and his eyes turned only darker in wanting to have her. Calhoun had waited for so long. He believed he deserved to get a part of the reward from her. 

Madeline's breath hitched when Calhoun brushed the back of his hand between her thighs and on her sex which was covered with one lone piece of garment. When his hand brushed in between her legs again, Madeline could feel the arousal raise ten times higher than what she had felt when she was running her hand over her clothes and between her legs. 

"With the amount of layers in the dress, you will feel it less," she heard Calhoun say as he continued to let her get accustomed to his touch. Still, at the same time, it was nothing less to torture, "If you are doing it with someone you have an affinity with, the emotions you feel will only turn that much better and pleasing. Satisfying," he said, brushing his hand ever so slowly so that Madeline could feel his touch in every single nerve of her body. 

"It was the first time for me," Madeline said between her intake of breath. 

Calhoun hummed in satisfaction when he pressed his hand more to see her back arch. Madeline was a virgin who was new to these sensations. Her body was readily responding not only to his touch, but her heart skipped a beat every time he said anything to her. 

He then used his two fingers in the middle, running it from the top to the bottom to feel her sex that was covered behind the undergarment that she wore making her toes curl and her head turn to look at the ceiling of the bed. 

Madeline moved her hands to place it on either side of the bed. 

She would have never known that a feeling like this existed in the world if it wasn't for Calhoun who was doing nothing but brush his hand and press his fingers on her sex. 

It was hard for Madeline not to react with the way his fingers were teasing her. Moving up and down, putting enough pressure that was leaving her panting for air and shamefully for more which she would not tell openly but Calhoun was good at reading her body, and he gave her more. 

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