Chapter 64: Desire in Motion

Chapter 64: Desire in MotionAriana’s lips opened in disbelief, her hands instinctively moving to his chest—but why wasn’t she pushing him away? That had been her intention. Yet somehow, it felt more like she was calling out to him in silence. "Oh sweetheart, the gown you’re wearing is making it far too easy for me. If I wanted to fu—" His words were abruptly cut short as her hand flew to his mouth, silencing the rest of his sinful sentence. Zavren’s body stilled, slightly caught off guard by his wife’s bold move. Her breathing began to slow as relief washed over her. At least she had stopped him—finally. But then, she felt it. His tongue teasing the center of her palm. Her eyes widened as she pulled away swiftly. Was this man truly serious? Did he really mean what he said—that they would do it in a moving carriage? How was that even normal? Pervert. Zavren’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. Before Ariana could react, he shifted swiftly, guiding her gently down onto the foamy seat. His movements were fluid, confident. He raised her legs, causing her gown to ruffle up to her tummy. Ariana’s face burned with embarrassment as she reached to cover herself, but Zavren caught her wrists and held them in place. "Be obedient and I will fuck you gently, but..." he whispered darkly before adding, "the more stubborn you get, the harder I’ll go. So go on, sweetheart—act as defiant as you want." She could not believe this man. Why did his words seem to make her heartbeat go wild despite the seductive danger in them? "Oh, Aria..." Her heart stuttered at the way her name rolled off his tongue—slow, seductive, and possessive. "Now, be a good girl and spread those legs while I take off your panties." His voice was deep and commanding. Immediately, Ariana clamped her legs shut, her breath catching in her throat. What was this man planning to do? "Go on, sweetheart. You seem to want it hard—ah, I see." He gently pried her knees apart with his large, steady hands. "We’ll soon be hitting a stony path," he whispered wickedly, letting his fingers trail slowly down her smooth thigh. Ariana’s lips shivered with pleasure as butterflies danced their way up her tummy. Zavren’s fingers landed atop her inner thigh as he slowly pressed on her clit... hard... through her panties. Ariana’s breath hitched. "Do you know what that means?" he murmured, gently pinching her clit. Her breath hitched again, her hair spilling wildly across the seat. "It means the carriage will start to bounce and shake from the rough road. Just imagine the pleasure from the bump and jolt... while we fuck hard." Ariana’s hand flew to her mouth, her thighs trembling as heat pooled between them. Before she could react, he hooked his thumb into her panties, pushing them slightly aside while holding her gaze. Ariana scrambled to close her legs, but Zavren was faster. He adjusted her panties back into place and then held her gaze—dark, intense, unwavering. "I know you want me. So why are you pretending you don’t?" he asked slowly. "Or... do you want me to beg? ’B-Beg?’ She barely had time to process his words before his hands found her waistband. He tugged gently, lowering it just to her knees. His other hand moved swiftly, lifting both her legs and holding them firmly—yet tenderly—up in place. She gasped in pleasure desire dancing uncontrollably through her eyes, her breathing quick and uneven. Zavren lowered himself slowly and then—he blew sharply against her inner thigh. Her entire body trembled with a mix of shock and pleasure. How could he make her feel this way with just his breath? Then, he inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against her skin. Her body stilled in place—not expecting that. W-Was he sniffing her? Oh heavens. "Fuck..." he groaned softly, his voice hoarse with desire. Ariana’s heartbeat accelerated. "Legs wide. Don’t differ," Zavren said in a firm, seductive tone as he reached for his belt. Ariana’s eyes stretched. Was he really going to— SMACK. Her body jolted as his hand slapped her behind. Not hard, but enough to make her gasp. "Legs wide, darling," he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You want it hard? I’ll give you hard." His lips curled dangerously as the sound of a zipper lowering echoed through the carriage. Ariana held her breath in anticipation—only for him to gently pull her panties back up instead. In one swift motion, he lifted her and sat her upright. Her brows shot up in surprise. ’W-What?’ Zavren turned to her, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand cradled her jaw. "Oh? Why the disappointed look on your face, hmm?" he hummed, eyes gleaming with amusement as he pulled his hands away. Ariana’s lips curved into a frown as she rolled her eyes. Zavren’s expression flickered briefly in disbelief—did she really just roll her eyes at him? A low chuckle escaped him, echoing through the carriage. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She was the one who hadn’t wanted this, yet now... it seemed like she craved it more than she had expected. Zavren shifted, drawing the curtains open. Light spilled into the carriage, casting warmth over them both. Ariana didn’t understand why she felt this way—like she wanted him to continue. She had been the one to pull away, yet now it felt like he was punishing her for it. Just when she had begun to enjoy it... he stopped. ’Calm down, Aria... If you want it so badly, then he...’ Her eyes widened. Her hands flew to her mouth in shock. Had she really just thought something so... shameless? "Oh, Snowflake," Zavren murmured, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, "already daydreaming, huh?" Ariana kept her gaze fixed on the window, refusing to look at him—refusing to see that smug grin she was sure painted his face. Zavren chuckled darkly. His eyes traced the line of her lips, which were now pressed together in a pout. Then they drifted to her cheeks—slightly flushed. Before she could register it, Zavren pulled her close. Her lips parted in surprise as she found herself sitting dangerously near him. She turned to meet his eyes—just as he leaned in and whispered lowly: "Behave, Snowflake." The carriage bumped slightly, passing over a stony path. Ariana’s face burned, his earlier words now echoing in her head like some forbidden chant. "Regretting your decisions already?" she heard Zavren speak deeply, his words laced with a hint of mockery in his tone. Ariana pursed her lips together as she turned to him. His eyes were calmly looking out the window. ’What regret and what decision?’ she said to herself, shifting her gaze away from his. And just as she did— "Ariana, bring out your hands. Place them on mine." She turned, staring at Zavren’s hands, which were already out. His lips were lightly curled upwards as he waited. Ariana gently moved her hands, placing them into his. "Good. Now cover the other from the back," he spoke quietly, and Ariana did the same. Zavren then gently placed his hands atop hers. "You can pull away now," he said calmly. She nodded, unsure why he said that. She just waited for his next words. "Just wanted to feel how soft my wife’s hands are. I wouldn’t want to stress them too much tonight," he whispered and gave her a slow wink. To his surprise, she looked confused. Oh yes, of course. She had no idea what he was talking about. What an innocent wife she was, huh... The carriage moved swiftly, having passed the stony path. Ariana began to notice the fence—they were almost at the castle. Her eyes drifted, and for some unknown reason, it reminded her of that day... the day she, her father, and her sister had come to the castle. She shifted her gaze to Zavren. He was silent, his face calm and composed as he stared out the window. Ariana realized just how handsome this man truly was. Even his side profile didn’t miss the picture—it was like he was some forbidden painting. Forbidden... because if caught, the viewer might be entranced, made ethereal, and void to all else. "Go on, admire me. I’m all yours," she heard him say. His lips curled up as he lazily turned his gaze to meet hers. Ariana’s heart skipped. Oh Lord... those eyes. They always made something inside her stir. The carriage slowed to a stop in front of the castle. Not long after, the door opened gently and Zavren stepped out. He moved with ease and held out his hand. Ariana stepped down, taking his hand for support. She curtsied softly as Zavren gave a quiet nod, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. As Ariana walked toward the grand doors, the maids bowed one after the other. Just as she reached the entrance and it opened, Leah stood there, her head lowered, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Welcome, Queen Ariana. How was your trip?" she asked warmly. Ariana’s lips widened into a smile. She raised her hands and signed gently, It was great. Thank you, Lady Leah, for asking. It means a lot. Leah bowed in response. Outside the castle, Zavren remained still, his gaze following as Raven approached. "What do you want to say, Raven? Be fast about it. I have other things to do," he said coldly, noting how Raven hesitated, lips parting and closing again. "The letter written by Mister Fredrick... I’ve finished reading it," Raven said. "And... some of the handwriting wasn’t his." Zavren’s gaze snapped to him, sharp and unreadable. "Should I slice your throat?" "N-No!" Raven stammered quickly. "The handwriting belonged to a lady. I believe he had a lover. The latest letter was dated the day before Queen Ariana’s weddi—" He stopped as he noticed the darkness gathering in Zavren’s eyes. "He was writing letters to his lover... but not just any lover. She... she’s a vampire."