My Most Precious Human

Chapter 53

I was restless. I kept thinking that if I had to face Sariel now, I would become highly emotionally

unstable. On the other hand, I wanted to ask him why he didn't tell me about the bond and played me

instead. I had already known that he could act cruelly, but I had never imagined that he would be cruel

to me. It was only my assumption, but I guess I had finally figured out why Sariel didn't want to mark

anyone…

A vampire giving blood created a bond, but what if it worked in both directions? Sariel mentioned that

marking someone increases sexual desire, but what if it really was about losing control, and that was

something that Sariel was really afraid of...? He deliberately used the fact that his blood bond was still

working, enjoying the fact that I craved his bite-mark and the power he had over me. He wanted to be

the only one in control, and he knew that leaving his mark would make him give up the total control he

had. It was time to paint a true image of him, calculative and cold, the next Vampire King. A part of me

wanted to hate him, while the other part wanted to proudly claim to be his possession.

It was one of those days when I missed my punching bag. I couldn't even recall the last time I had my

training. At that moment, losing some sweat would definitely help me get my head straight. Besides, I

had a feeling that even with extra protection from bodyguards, it wouldn't be long before I would find

myself in a dangerous situation once more, and I bet that my fighting skills could still come in handy

then. I hated being weak, and I had to admit that the moment I was bleeding out with those three

bastards leaning over me, I was more than terrified. Of course, that wasn't the reason why I was

thinking about fighting practice. A nice training session would help me keep my head out of thinking

about Sariel. Somehow, I couldn't help but wonder if he left the castle for a few days so that we

wouldn't meet while I still had a lot of his blood in my system. If it came out to be true, that certainly

would be an argument for my pro-Sariel part of the heart.

"God… I think I would rather just confront him and get this over with! I cannot stand this pondering and

guessing!" I whined, tossing on my bed.

Luckily, Martha brought me some sleeping pills. I thought of them as my only salvation. I took a nice hot

shower, told myself that I was relaxed, and merrily swallowed the pill. I closed my eyes, letting the drug

dissolve my restlessness.

It was still dark outside when I became thirsty. Fortunately, I wasn't craving blood, only water. My mouth

was dry. I sat up on the bed and reached out my hand to take the glass from the bedside table. I took

the first sip and noticed someone's dark shape on the side of my bed. I dropped the glass, giving out a

silent scream, and turned on my bedside lamp.

Sariel was sitting on my bed, just like he did before. As I looked at him, a sly smirk appeared on his

face. I gulped. My pounding heart was an obvious sign of my growing excitement. I clenched my teeth,

angry at my body's reaction.

"Mr. Gotha said that you left the castle." I gazed at him cautiously.

"I did…" He stood up and leaned over me, "but I wanted to see you as soon as I could."

I gasped, moving away from him.

"Do you really mean what you said, or are you saying the words I want to hear?" I asked nervously.

He smirked, intensifying his stare at me, "Which answer would you prefer?"

"The truth," I replied without hesitation.

He sat on top of me, pinning me down to the bed, then leaned over me. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"I came to collect what's mine." The possessiveness in his voice sent a wave of excitement down my

spine.

I clenched my thighs as I felt my humidity rise with every second. I couldn't turn my eyes away from

him. He wasn't restraining me. I could easily push him away, but I didn't. I didn't even try. My own body

was completely out of my control. I lock my eyes on him, anticipating his next move. I wondered if he

was going to tease me again or would he surrender to the urge of tasting my blood. The uncertainty

was devouring my insides.

His cold fingertips stroked my cheek, drawing lines that went down to my neck, my collarbones, and

stopped as they reached the silk fabric of my night gown. He smirked. The next thing I knew, his teeth

were sunk into the flesh of my neck. Along with the sudden pain, a soft moan slipped through my lips,

but once his cold lips touched my skin, the pleasure overshadowed the pain. As he drained my blood,

my arousal rose, and so did his. His hand stroked down my body, touching my breast through the soft

fabric and going down between my thighs. His strong touch made me spread my legs, letting him tease

me, making me all humid.

He withdrew his teeth and licked off my blood flowing from the wounds. Then he gazed deeply into my

eyes. A sly smile appeared on his face as he leaned down to kiss me. I could feel my blood on his

tongue while he caressed mine, letting me sink down in pleasure. My desire kept growing within me. I

wanted him all.

He took off his shirt, then grabbed my hand, directing it to his chest. He let my hand slide down his cool

skin and perfect muscles. He kept staring at me with his eyes filled with fire, which almost made my

heart burst out of my chest.

"Am I yours now?" I asked while panting in unbearable excitement.

"Not yet." He smirked, leaning over my ear, and whispered, "It would have to happen for real first."

"What?" I mumbled, confused, and opened my eyes wide.

The sunlight coming from the window stabbed my pupils with its brightness, forcing me to turn my head

away. I closed my eyes, feeling a slight headache. Once I opened my eyes again, the realization came.

"Sariel…" I muttered, hectically looking around the room.

I was alone. My heart was still pounding, and my body was filled with arousal. I jumped out of bed and

ran towards a tall mirror standing by the closet.

"No bite mark…" I mumbled, looking at my spotless neck.

I was unsure whether I was relieved or disappointed. I still shivered as my mind tried to distinguish the

dream from reality. Then I started to laugh hysterically, gazing at my own messed up reflection. I

genuinely hoped that my dream was the vampire blood's doing and that its power over me would

decrease soon. I could only stick to that thought, because, otherwise, I knew that in front of Sariel, I

would become one hundred percent defenseless…