Lady Dhampir
Chapter 174

"Rayan... Rayan, stop it..."

Milena was blushing and weakly trying to push her husband away, but his hands on her skin and those lips on her neck were driving her crazy. She couldn't even be offended that he was doing this in the middle of the night, but they were supposed to be working! Still, the princess liked it way too much to seriously push him away... Rayan had gotten so good at triggering all of her senses, she felt like those past few days, she had been lost in the middle of some really pleasant dream... A dream that should have a warning. Milena exhaled loudly, and leaned her head to the side to offer him more of her tender neck. Rayan's breath was giving her chills, and the mere idea of his fangs biting into her... She shivered, feeling her whole body react to that indecent thinking. Milena was hot, and that hand of his moving under her skirt was not helping. She kept wriggling her legs around it, while he played under the layers, caressing her and making her beg for more. Milena glanced at the door, hoping no one would dare to intrude. The servants were probably not so blind anyway... or deaf. Those past few days, the couple had been literally stuck together, and no one but their personal staff dared to disturb them anymore.

She had to hold herself up against the desk, one hand on the edge, one around her husband's nape, but Milena could feel her legs going weak. Still, she had to resist temptation. She couldn't get her desk replaced again, people would definitely talk... Still, when he moved his fingers deeper, she moaned, and gripped his neck tightener.

"Rayan!" She protested, not sounding as angry as she hoped.

"Keep calling my name like that," he whispered against her ear. "I love it when you're mad at me..."

Milena rolled her eyes helplessly. What was the point of getting mad if it only excited him more? She couldn't help but moan more, and forget about pushing him away or protesting. She was already in such an indecent situation... He was cornering her against the desk, his body over her. He had walked in directly to her, his fur coat still on, and truth be told, Milena loved her husband attacking her out of the blue. It was like having some hungry male beast coming on to her... How could she resist, knowing what he was capable of?

His middle finger slowly twirled inside, and Milena gasped. She was horribly wet, and from the way he wasn't leaving her any room to escape this time, it was definitely not going to get any better... Her butt pressed against the table, she pondered whether she shouldn't just give in now. The foreplay between them was exciting, but once they got to the s*x, at least they wouldn't waste too much of that time they were supposed to be using for work... Milena moaned again, his foot pushing hers to the side so she'd let him through more. Rayan had full access to that entry, and he was deliciously playing with her. His mouth on her neck was just about as efficient, though. Milena closed her eyes, and the sensation of his lips against her skin got even more intense, all her extremities reacting. He was sucking, l*****g, driving her crazy but waiting before biting her. He knew how much she loved it, and he was refusing her that pleasure to make it last.

"Hurry up," she pleaded.

"No," he chuckled. "I want to enjoy this..."

Why did she ever win every banter between them, aside from s*x? Unless she really wanted to lead, he'd get what he wanted, and make her give in to what she actually wanted to. There was nothing he ever refused her in s*x, but to stop. He just didn't know how to stop, not even when a butler had walked in on them the other day, or they had made an absolute mess on the desk, a pile of documents tumbled over... He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Milena sighed, but his free hand suddenly moved from her nape, to her corsage, and began undoing the lace in front. She blushed some more, knowing her breasts were not going to help her hide her excitation... especially once trapped in his large, cold hand. Milena shivered as soon as his hand got under the fabric to fondle her. Rayan was pressing his body against hers as if he wanted to melt them together. Milena really had no place to run to... Rayan had bought her that new desk as an apology, but now, she was seriously questioning the choice of a sturdier wood and the strangely perfect height for this naughty game of his... She winced as he put another finger in, making her tremble.

"You're not focused," he chuckled on her neck.

"You're the one playing around..."

Just then, he lowered his head, and his cold lips came to kiss her breasts, making her shiver and lean her head back. The scene ought to be terribly indecent from the outside. Their bodies leaning against the desk, him on top of her, and her skirt lifted up to her mid-thighs, exposing her leg, while her husband's face was buried in her bosom... Still, Milena was always surprised how much she liked acting naughty with him. Sometimes she wondered if it was his bad influence or one of her inner selves she hadn't suspected slowly coming out...

Rayan was obviously having no remorse about assaulting her in the middle of their working night. Although he was having fun, she could also tell, the front of the leather of his pants was barely holding his protuberance tight. He kissed her right between her breasts, and Milena gasped again, getting a bit annoyed by this deliberate slow foreplay. When his tongue moved up, to lick up her neck, to her jawline, Milena moved to kiss him, forcefully. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and, very deliberately, moved one of her legs to wrap it against his, and pull him closer... She heard him groan, and smiled. He was still her man after all. Not willing to play along anymore, Rayan quickly moved to unbuckle himself, and get his position back between her legs. Milena only realized how wet, hot and impatient she was when his fingers left her... before he filled her back brutally.

She moaned loudly at his sudden penetration, like he always did. It was hot, and brutal, and drilling her senses numb, but she loved it. The familiar sensation had her react immediately, in a first faint wave of pleasure. A wave of heat, and tickling in her extremities. However, Rayan didn't wait for this feeling to linger. They had been at it so many times lately, Milena welcomed his pounding with loud breathing, opening herself up the best she could to take it all. The wood squeaked under them, but that wouldn't stop the beast. She was shocked how much she liked it raw and hard... and prayed no one would ever know of her shameful desires. Milena's voice echoed, louder and following the uneven rhythm of his pounding. The intense, wild rubbing inside was driving her insane. Her stomach was throbbing, and her insides messed up by Rayan's rough love-making. She could only gasp for air, hold on to the desk and his neck, and let pleasure ravage her insides.

This was the moment Milena loved most. When they were not royalty anymore, just a couple of young people engaged in some wild, raw and unapologetic s*x. Nothing could compare to the warmth of two bodies slamming and pounding against each other, the wild sensations that arose from this. Reminding them of everything they had in common with every other human being in this kingdom... Something humanity had practiced for centuries. Milena moaned louder, as her prince accelerated inside her, pounding more fiercely, making her unstable. He suddenly grabbed her buttocks to lift her quickly up on the table, and Milena wrapped her hands around his neck, grabbing him in for a kiss, in those two seconds of rest she could get. His tongue excited her more, so she kept him trapped for a longer kiss, wanting to make this last... Rayan moved slower between her legs as they kept kissing. One of his hands grabbed her leg to keep her opening wide, making the princess blush. She liked his possessiveness, the way he left his mark on her and didn't let her simply have her way. The desk was begging for mercy by now, and so was Milena.

"More... Rayan... Hurry, please... Ha..."

He smiled, and grabbed her, suddenly obeying her whim with much strength. His vigorous pounding was making her cry in pleasure, and Milena felt it come. She breathed louder, and felt her legs quiver and weaken. That peak, the fire bursting between her legs, the vivid spark of her blood in all her ends. She heard herself moan faintly, and her husband groaned, accelerating to finish himself. Milena was still relishing in her own o****m, but his acceleration amplified her sensation, making her cry in pleasure and grab his shoulder under the unbearable sensations in her lower half. Rayan kept going like a furious beast, not stopping and not giving her a chance to calm down. It was as if the fire had decided to grow and expand until she couldn't bear it. When he brutally stopped, deep, Milena's body spasmed uncontrollably, taking in the hot juices produced by their intense love-making.

"Oh, heavens..." She whispered, still trembling.

Rayan let out a long sigh, half-way between a groan and a breath, and laid his head against her shoulder. This one had been so intense... Milena was still shocked, and in a daze. She heard him sigh, and his hand let go of the leg he was holding firmly to gently caress up her hips.

"Damn," he groaned. "I could f*ck you forever..."

"Your language," she grumbled, a weak slap against his back.

The thought in itself was a bit scary... He had the stamina of a monster. He finally pulled back, not without rubbing her a bit and making Milena shiver again. She let out a long sigh, both of relief and regret. They had made a mess under her skirts again... Rayan really had no consideration for her clothes, or the servants who had to clean that mess. She pushed him away, her insides still terribly sore.

He retreated, but still with that playful look in his eyes, and only to take out his handkerchief, handing it to Milena for her to take care of herself. Strangely, she had now gotten used to their clandestine love-making sessions, there was everything ready, even in her office, for any traces to be erased... Although, she wouldn't make him happy by saying it out loud. Instead, Milena regained her usual composure, trying to hide her satisfaction. Her body was still hot and her insides warm, but she couldn't let on. It only took a couple of minutes for her to straighten her skirts and rearrange her curls, before grabbing her lipstick and turning to her reflection in the window to put it on.

Meanwhile, Rayan was ready long ago, but obviously unwilling to go back to whatever he was doing before. Instead, he approached his wife from behind, putting his arms around her, and, using the window like a mirror as well to see what he was doing, he redid the knot of her lace. Milena blushed, but pretended not to care while checking her make up. She knew well he was playing around, and if she gave in, he might think it was okay to go for another round... which, although it would have been pleasant, just couldn't be done.

"I'm going to miss you..." He whispered, leaving a soft kiss on her neck.

He had already left plenty of his marking there, so it was only to please her that he was acting all tame now.

"You're not gone yet, but you're trying to compensate?" She smiled.

"I'd keep you in our bed night and day if it wasn't for all the damn work..." He grumbled, burying his face in her shoulder and hugging her. Milena sighed.

Indeed. They enjoyed each second they could together, but that didn't keep time from passing, slowly and scarily. Milena had stopped counting the days and hours. She felt like the fear of Rayan's departure was growing over her, and she hated it. She couldn't even name if it was the fear of being left alone, of seeing her husband leave to what could be his death, the challenges she'd have to face on her own, or the uncertainty that was profiling from all of that. Milena just wished she could stop time or forget about their duty and the war. Now not only she had to know Rayan was going to leave in a matter of days, but the wait before that day was almost worse. She took a deep breath, and grabbed his arms, having him keep her in his embrace.

Rayan's reflection rose his dark eyebrows, surprised, but of course he didn't fight it. Instead, he sighed and put his chin on her shoulder, staring at her from that mirror of glass. For a long while, they didn't say anything, and just stared at each other, rather than the snow falling behind the window. He gently moved to kiss her exposed shoulder.

"...I know the fight will not be the hardest. It will be to endure your absence..." he whispered.

"Don't you forget me," Milena replied with a serious tone.

"How could I?" He chuckled. "I know each part of your body by heart... I love you too much to forget a thing about you. I never will, Milena. I want your face to be the first thing I think about at the sunset, and the last one I see at dusk..."

She froze, and her heart froze too. A cold wind came into the room, as Milena lost her smile. She just stared at Rayan's reflection, at a loss. He realized instantly her trouble, and held her a bit closer, a bit tighter. "...What is it?"

"Those words... It's the first time you've properly said it to me," she whispered.

Rayan took a pause to remember what he had said and, when he did, he chuckled. He smiled, and left another kiss in her neck.

"Ah... don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it. Just..."

Milena took a deep breath in. Her throat felt a bit tight. Every day now, at least twice a day she was hit by the need to cry. She had managed to hold it in, even if she had to trade it for a tight throat and a headache. Something inside made her feel like she shouldn't cry. Maybe because she didn't want Rayan to see her like this, or her enemies to spot her red eyes. Even in her sleep, she stubbornly held on to him, and didn't shed a tear, no matter how dark and gloom her thoughts could get. At some point, Milena felt like she was going to burst from the inside. Just... not yet.

"... It feels like the end is really closer when you say things like this," she sighed.

"Your husband should be romantic, at times."

"You've given me a mine of rubies, a bunch of white roses, and a crown."

"...I meant with words," he pouted.

Milena smiled. She knew Rayan was good with words, and with his gifts. There wasn't really anything she wanted that she couldn't buy by herself, anyway. What she truly wanted, couldn't be traded for money, or rubies.

"Then you gift me something," he suddenly said.

"What?"

"I want a gift from my wife. A memento... Something I can remember you with."

"Didn't you say you'll remember me anyway?"

He shook his head.

"I will. But now I want something physical too. Something I can keep on myself and hold when I'll miss my wife, her sharp words and her warmth..."

As he said that, one of his hands went down in the folds of her skirt, making Milena stare at him suspiciously.

"We were talking seriously, now you're into this?"

"I'm very serious about this too," he chuckled. "...Should I ask for a piece of your clothing? I know exactly which one I'd really like..."

Milena opened her mouth wide, and turned around to slap his chest.

"You p*****t!" She protested. "Stop that. We're not doing it again."

"Ah... I'm going to miss you not scolding me, too. And our s*x..."

Milena blushed from hearing that word in her mouth. However, she still grabbed his nape, and came to kiss him, taking the prince by surprise. Still, she didn't make it last, and kept that kiss very... tame. She stepped back before he could get any more ideas. "I'll think of your gift myself," she said. "I promise I'll give you one before you leave..."

Rayan smiled. Although, his smile was fainter this time, not playful.

"...That's not much time at all."

"Three days," she said. "I'll replace your gift before you leave... in three days."