SPELLBOUND

Once again, Gavriel lost it. Only this time, he truly and completely lost it – his mind, his rationality, his gentlemanliness. His mouth came crashing against hers as both his hands grabbed a breast each, caressing it so hungrily yet tenderly until Evie was reduced to a whimpering mess of pleasure. He broke the kiss and his mouth trailed downwards, to her jaw, her neck and then to one of her peaks.

Gavriel had completely lost awareness of everything, of where they were. He was even lost to the point as to not knowing who he was anymore at that moment. All he knew was he wanted this woman. He wanted to take her, and nothing could stop him any longer. He had never admitted it before this, but he could not take it anymore. He always knew that fighting his desire for her was an impossible feat and yet he somehow managed to survive it time and again – until now. It was already a miracle he had been able to last for this long considering her overwhelming effect on him. But it had always been a torture and he could no longer take this rough treatment on his own body to his detriment. This was the very limit of his long suffering. He will take her, right here, right now.

A pleasure induced moan was torn from Evie's throat as Gavriel sucked on her currently over-sensitive nipple. The tip of his tongue circled the edge of the buds so skilfully until Evie's fingers curled with pleasure and her nails dug into his biceps.

Quivering from the gratifying pleasure, Evie's fingers tugged at his hair. He sought her mouth again and their kiss became even more aggressive, igniting an even wilder flame which kept on burning between them that made Evie's limbs go utterly weak.

Then she felt her skirt being eased upwards. His warm, large hand on her knee travelled upward until he reached the tender flesh between her thighs.

Through the veil of linen, his fingers traced her shape and stroked her until she arched against his hand helplessly, moaning his name. If she was dizzy with emotions earlier, her mind is now officially and totally lost.

He fondled her, soothed her, and then after what seemed like an eternity, he

"Gav…" she writhed around helplessly, desperately and she knew she was close to feeling that heavenly release he had made her feel twice before. "Give it to me… please…" she pleaded, looking at him with intoxicated eyes, gleaming, reflecting the bright moonlight above.

Gavriel marvelled at the sight of her, pleading him and a wicked gleam lit up in his eyes and he was about to increase his pace when he suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers off from her and Evie gasped in protest.

"Don't pull–"

She was suddenly buried in his arms, wrapped securely as if he was trying to fully envelop her in his embrace.

"Damn it! What the hell is it?!" Gavriel groaned in a guttural way, he was still breathing so heavily. Evie was startled by his voice that was still raspy with desire, but she immediately quickly came to realize that he was not talking to her.

"Err… I didn't mean to disturb, Your Highness… but the duke and the other officials are on their way here. I don't think you'd be happy if they see… you and the princess… in… err… such a public…"

"Damn!" Gavriel groaned once again, cutting off Reed's broken and utterly embarrassed statement.

The vampire had his back facing them as he spoke. He knew it would just be signing his own death warrant if he were to be facing forwards and accidentally sneaked a peek at the princess. "Just for your information Your Highness, Zolan and Levy had already stopped a few vampires from heading this way as well. But I don't think we'll be able to stop the stubborn Duke and his officials from coming here… this is a very public place, so he'll definitely get suspicious if we try to bar him from entering. Not to mention the possibility that someone could suddenly leap and see you two from above. This is the public gardens after all… Unless you don't mind –"

"Enough! I get the picture!" Gavriel snapped and heaved an annoyed sigh, cutting off Reed's fast as a lightning explanation, while Evie's entire being flushed red with shame. How could she let him do this to her in such a public place? She knew she was the one who… oh god, what had happened to her?

While Evie buried her face in her palms, the duke and the officials had finally reached the area where they were at.

Wrapping Evie firmly with her own heavy cloak and making damned sure that nothing could be seen other than her head that was peeking out of it, Gavriel rose with Evie tucked securely in his arms. His face was severe as he walked towards the Duke and the officials who looked as if they have a million things to say but in the end were silenced at the ominous look in Gavriel's face.

He had been avoiding these officials since he had left the dungeon. The entire time, he had been staying beside Evie, afraid to leave her side so he had yet to meet the duke and the other officials.

"Y-your Highness, please stop playing hide and seek with us. We understand your infatuation with your wife, but you must prioritize –"

"Duke," Gavriel's sharp cold voice cut him off, "is the matter you're going to discuss with me more important than me finally deciding to sire an heir?"

Everyone fell silent at that question.

"Your Highness, you mean… you and the princess –"

"That's right. So, if the lot of you wish for an heir to be born soon, get the hell out of this castle for now and stop disturbing us, damn it!" Gavriel's voice finally peaked to a roar, expressing his utmost displeasure at having his pleasure-filled moments with his wife being disrupted.