Calhoun's words fell as a whisper on her ears which was sweet yet demanding, a devil who was trying to entice her. Her heart shuddered at his words, and she stared into those red liquid-like eyes that looked nothing less to the colour of wine that he often held in his hand. When she didn't respond to his words, Madeline felt Calhoun's hand tug the back of her hair, and she felt a sudden ache. It wasn't painful, but it was enough to get her attention.

Madeline couldn't take a step back away from him, not when she could only hop. The way he looked at her, it made it difficult for her to move even an inch. She stood there only to feel his other hand sneak onto her waist, caressing it before settling on her back.

He pulled her towards him and her lips parted unconsciously at his command.

Soft breath escaped through her pink lips that trembled when Calhoun moved closer before parting his own lips. Madeline saw the tongue that had licked her sole earlier peek out from his mouth to only to slip into her mouth. She knew her resistance was futile and her hands clutched on to the front of his wet shirt.

Calhoun's lips moved against her lips, his teeth aggressive as he nipped and bit it. Madeline's face turned red. The movements that started slow turned rough, making her flinch in pain. Calhoun was dominant when it came to holding her in his arms.

To Calhoun, Madeline was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. If it was possible, he wanted to consume her very soul. To take her away from the world and keep her safe where no one would know or see her except him. When his lips turned aggressive at the thoughts of wanting to have her, Madeline's hands moved to push him as he was not only stealing her breath but her virtue that she wanted to save until marriage.

Her struggle to push him only enticed Calhoun and he caught hold of both her hands together while not letting her break away from the kiss-- pushing her against the wall so that she would not escape from him.

Madeline didn't know why she turned docile under his words. Was it because of the past that he revealed or was it because she was not trying to run away anymore and was trying to accept things how they were. Because deep down she knew there was no escape from Calhoun's clutches. He got what he wanted, and refusing only meant more trouble for her. At the same time, she could feel his mouth on hers, making her feet press against the cold floor at what she felt. Madeline was no exception when it came to Calhoun's actions, her heartbeat increased, and she unknowingly opening-up to him through mind and body.

His hands-on hers that were holding tight pushed her against the wall. The other hand, which was in her hair slid down to come to settle right above her waist. Calhoun coaxed her own lips to move, his teeth nipping now and then on her bottom lip that was turning it tender.

Madeline's mind started to feel dizzy. She was more than embarrassed that his finger grazed her breast, feeling the curve that made her gasp.

She came to realise his eyes were not closed but open.

Calhoun stared right into her eyes that made it only that much embarrassing for her. He didn't look away, his own expression was serious without a hint of playfulness in there, trying to steal everything she had.

When Calhoun pulled away from her, Madeline had turned to an internal mess. She had done what he had asked, but this was more than what he had offered to take, or at least what she thought it to be. She stared back at him, her breathing laboured as her chest heaved. Madeline saw Calhoun run his tongue over his lips. As he moved closer, she said,

"I-I, t-that is enough," came the stuttering words from her.

"You have tasted your fill, I am not done yet," he replied, his eyes going back to look at her lips that continued to tremble softly, "You taste so sweet."

Madeline felt like she had turned to some sort of delicacy with the way Calhoun looked at her and by his words, "You're doing well, sweet. But I would like you to move your tongue with mine. Rub it," he instructed her, to see her face light up in fire because of how red it turned.

It was apparent that for a girl like her, who wasn't with a man before, she wouldn't know how to go around things like this, but that was not an issue to Calhoun. He would teach her what he wanted her to learn, make sure she knew everything that would be understood and performed only in his presence.

"R-r…" Madeline was not brave enough to repeat the words, and her eyes darted away from his.

"Follow my lead," stated Calhoun as he was far from being satisfied.

He wanted more of her, his hands pulled her body and he tugged her head further down so that he could kiss her just as he wanted. His leg had made its way between her legs. When Madeline felt him press his leg between hers, a pool of heat started to form there, and she shuddered, feeling her knees weaker than before.

W-what was that feeling?!

With her head pulled back, his lips pressed back into hers. The kiss was fierce and consuming. His lips and hands were not gentle on hers. Stealing kisses that were fervent along with her breath.

Calhoun knew Madeline was turning weak to his advances.

He had seen her vulnerable side today, and he had taken it, twisting and turning it to fill in his own needs. The days they had spent together, the last second thing that was needed was to announce James and Catherine's wedding. Madeline was slowly coming around, and he couldn't be any more delighted than what he was feeling right now. But Calhoun's patience was running thin.

Watching her in wet clothes in the corridor had wanted him only to drag her to the closest room and take her in his arms to have her scream his name in passion.

But he had to remind himself that this was not anyone but Madeline. She had done great progress compared to before. Any possible thoughts of her about being with the tailorman had been washed out of her mind like the rain that was pouring down from the heavens. The last thing needed was for James to get married. Once that was done, there would be nothing that would stop her from giving herself entirely to him.

Calhoun had put James in a tight spot where he couldn't say a no. Mr. Barnes loved his daughter, and like any loving vampire parent, he had pride.

James could not refuse because Mr. Barnes would not allow it. Calhoun had gone as far as to suggest and put pressure into the older man to get them married quickly. That way, by the time his and Madeline's wedding day approached, she would be more accepting. Everything would fall in the right place.

His sweet girl listened to him, and she tried to move her tongue just as he had asked her to do. Letting go of her hands, his left hand moved to caress the side of her face, sliding slowly into her hairs and his other hand went to squeeze her breast to have her moan whilst he used his leg to press it between her legs.

He could feel her pulse racing, her breath hitching, and he bit harder into her bottom lip to hear her moan higher into the kiss.

Madeline had never tried something like this, and it felt strange. The texture and taste of Calhoun's tongue in her mouth was stirring something deep in the pits of her stomach; the emotion almost scaring her. She didn't know what was happening but the kiss, his leg and hand had her entire body quaking like it was going to combust into nothingness if Calhoun was not holding her now.

Kissing her like this and touching her, it was too intimate.

When he pulled away from her lips, his tongue still peeking out of his mouth with a string of saliva that broke away, Madeline blushed at the erotic sight in front of her. He ran his tongue like he had tasted something delicious just now, and she lowered her eyes.

"That wasn't hard, was it?" Calhoun asked, his hand caressing her waist as he looked at her and Madeline looked back at him.

She felt her lips continue to reverberate from the kiss that they had shared...shared. That was right, thought Madeline to herself because she had parted her lips willingly on his command. Or was it because she didn't want him to try another unknown approach with her, to get her to do what he wanted?

Calhoun finally took one step back, not stay away from her but to look at what he had done to the girl. Her brown eyes were slightly dilated, her breath coming in short breaths and the cry of moans he had heard when he had nipped her lips only made him imagine if this was how she would cry when she would be under him. His pant tightened at the thought of it. Vampires had a high sexual drive compared to humans, but when it came to Madeline, Calhoun felt like it moved ten-fold higher.

Now that Calhoun had moved away from her, Madeline felt the coldness return back to her. They had kissed in the past when Calhoun had passed on water through his lips, but this was the first time she could properly grasp on what was happening.

When her eyes met his eyes, a smile started to creep up on his lips as if he was thinking about something and smiling, "Let me know if you need me, I will be in my room," said Calhoun.

Madeline, who was lack at words, nodded her head, "Okay."

Calhoun's mouth twisted into a smile, giving her a look before he finally made his way out of the room and Madeline saw him close the door behind him. With her alone, her head moved back to touch the wall, and she closed her eyes, her knees feeling weak before they finally gave away and she slid down to sit on the floor.

So much happened today, thought Madeline to herself.

A sigh escaped her lips.

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