The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 249: Starved for oxygen

Chapter 249: Starved for oxygen

"Should I place it here, Your Highness?" Melody inquired, pointing towards a table.

"Yes," he replied.

"Her Highness was thankful for this book," Melody added. "I take my leave," she said, bowing to him before turning to go.

"Stay for a while," Izaak’s gentle request made her pause. It was not a command, but a humble request. Melody turned to face him, finding him still seated on the recliner.

"You haven’t asked me anything about my life," he observed. "I wonder if you have no questions, or if you’re simply hesitant. Understanding each other better requires curiosity and conversation."

"Asking about the past may inflict pain to His Highness. When he told me the reasons why his former wives weren’t alive, the disappointment and sadness were clear in His Highness’s voice. I don’t wish him to get upset," Melody asserted, giving him an explanation why she didn’t wish to know about his past.

Izaak was impressed with the way she spoke and understood him.

"Do you have any desires apart from a life without the struggle to meet ends?" Izaak asked, the question coming out of the blue.

Melody looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. "No, that was my only dream and desire. His Highness helped me reach that goal by appointing me as a servant in the palace," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I am grateful for the stability and peace it has brought me."

Izaak’s gaze softened as he looked at her. "You should have a dream of us being together all our lives," he stated, his voice carrying a note of firm conviction.

"I thought about it. I wonder if His Highness will turn me into a vampire after a while," Melody said, curiosity evident in her voice.

"I will leave that decision to you," Izaak answered, picking up the cup from the table and finishing the remaining wine. "You should return to Alora. She might be awaiting you," he reminded her, effectively dismissing her.

"I will leave after His Highness goes to bed," Melody stated. She walked over to him and checked the jar, which was half-filled. "I will take it away," she said, picking it up and leaving the room.

Shortly after, she returned and found him still awake. "Why isn’t His Highness in bed?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Izaak looked up at her, his expression weary. "Put me to sleep. It’s hard for me to fall asleep early," he admitted and finally rose to his feet. He gestured to her to close the door and she quickly followed the command.

As she turned, her eyes widened slightly upon seeing Izaak undressing. Melody quickly lowered her gaze to avoid staring.

"Bring me the night robe from the cupboard," Izaak instructed, pointing toward the fourth one.

She swiftly made her way to the cupboard and opened it, momentarily unsure which robe he wanted. Her eyes landed on a white one, so she pulled it out.

"I need the blue one," Izaak corrected.

Melody’s eyes wandered over the contents of the cupboard, but she couldn’t find the blue robe immediately.

"Where is it?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. She froze when she sensed Izaak standing directly behind her. He reached over her shoulder, easily pulling out the blue robe she had missed.

A few seconds later, after closing the cupboard, Melody turned to face Izaak and found him already dressed in the night robe. She quickly picked up his discarded outfit from the ground. "I’ll give these to the servant," she said.

A few seconds later, after closing the cupboard, Melody turned to face Izaak and found him already dressed in the night robe. She quickly picked up his discarded outfit from the floor. "I’ll give these to the servant," she offered.

"Just leave them on the recliner," Izaak replied, heading to the bed. He rested his head against the headboard, his lower half covered by silk sheets. He had already untied the knots on his upper robe for comfort.

Melody approached him and gently insisted, "Lie down properly. How will His Highness get any sleep in such a position?" she muttered softly, her concern evident as she stood by his bedside.

"Then how will I properly look at you?" Izaak asserted with a slight smirk. "I usually don’t sleep until after midnight. You’re stuck here with me until late."

"I need to sleep too. If I don’t wake up early, Princess Alora might scold me," Melody stated firmly.

"Alora doesn’t scold, and she would never do that to you," Izaak confidently assured her before gently pulling her down to sit before him, his grip firm yet gentle on her wrist.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting?" His question brought confusion to her, leaving her uncertain about his intentions.

"Waiting for what?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

"The kiss," Izaak replied, his voice softening. "I can’t stop thinking about it. Did you forget it so easily?" His tone carried a hint of disappointment.

"No, I didn’t forget," Melody whispered, lowering her head. "I’m just not as bold as Your Highness," she added, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she felt the warmth spreading across her face.

"Then, will you allow me to take the lead? Perhaps then I’ll let you go early, as I’ll get a good night’s sleep," Izaak proposed, his voice tinged with desire and playfulness.

Melody’s eyes lifted to meet his, her lips parting slightly in surprise and anticipation. The fingers of the hand he held curled involuntarily, her heart racing with a rush of unfamiliar sensations.

She closed her eyes as Izaak leaned in and kissed her lips. Caught off guard, she froze at her place, uncertain of how to react. Her fingers tightened into a fist, her mind swirling with a flurry of emotions.

"Kiss me back. Don’t hold back," Izaak murmured huskily against her mouth as he withdrew slightly, his gaze intense yet tender.

Melody’s eyes fluttered open, her chest heavy with nervous anticipation as she met Izaak’s gaze. She leaned forward and timidly brushed her lips against his, unsure of his intentions and her own feelings.

Izaak, sensing her hesitation, gently pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with a touch of longing. He tenderly guided her lips and she followed his guidance. Her chest pressing on his sturdy, naked chest; her hands resting on his shoulders as Izaak made her sit on his lap.

He rested his hand gently on her cheek, his long fingers stroking it tenderly. Melody felt a rush of warmth spread through her as his touch ignited deeper sensations in her.

Her lungs felt starved for oxygen as the intensity of their closeness overwhelmed her. Just as she felt the need to pull away, he parted from her lips, his mouth tracing a path down her chin and along her throat.

Melody’s thoughts became clouded, her mind unable to form coherent thoughts as his kisses ignited a fiery heat within her. Her body responded eagerly, every touch sending shivers down her spine and her skin tingling with anticipation of what could happen next.

"We should stop," Melody said, her voice wavering slightly. "W-we aren’t married," she reminded him, trying to assert her boundaries.

Izaak halted his mouth on her neck and reluctantly withdrew, his thumb tenderly tracing her lips. "I will marry you the day you declare your love for me," he declared earnestly, his eyes searching hers for an answer of acceptance.