The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 265: A sweet man

Chapter 265: A sweet man

Melody entered the bedchamber, where Izaak awaited her. As her gaze lowered, she found him standing beside her, the door closing with a muted thud behind them.

In a graceful motion, he gathered her into his arms, her slender frame fitting perfectly against his chest. Her hands instinctively found their way around his neck, seeking support and closeness in the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up, Melody gazed at his face, searching his striking features for any trace of emotion. She saw the familiar lines of his face, so handsome yet now shadowed with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher—perhaps a mix of anger and something deeper.

Had she upset him by not asking him about his pas? Understanding Izaak was a puzzle she often struggled to solve, she found him both full of intrigue and mystery.

As Izaak gently settled her onto the bed, Melody’s gaze reluctantly broke away from his captivating face. She wondered what thoughts occupied his mind and she finally spoke, "Your Highness, what’s been bothering you? Is it the memory from the past?"

Izaak peered into his eyes and sat before her. "Isn’t it strange that out of so many women, I saw you in the vision?" His question left her puzzled and she furrowed her brows slightly close.

"Yes, it is," Melody replied after a few seconds.

"I never imagined myself being attracted to a human. I loathed them," Izaak continued, his hand gently reaching to tuck a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear. The delicate touch of his fingertips sent a tingling sensation across her skin, and she blinked, meeting his intense gaze.

"Then His Highness views changed after meeting Princess Alora," Melody remarked. "Is that what bothering His Highness? Does he hate it that he saw me in his vision?" she queried.

"No. I was telling you my thoughts," Izaak replied. "Do you have pain in the hand and foot? I still have pills. I asked the royal physician for more," he stated, looking at her wrist.

"No, the pain has subsided," Melody replied softly, her voice a calming presence in the dimly lit room. She studied Izaak’s hands, marveling at their size and strength, before gently clasping one in his left hand. With a tender touch, she stroked his palm, her fingers tracing the lines of his skin.

"Whatever burdens Your Highness, may it soon leaves his mind," she murmured, her words carrying a wish for his serenity. A tiny smile played at the corners of her lips, softening her features as she looked up at him with eyes full of understanding and compassion.

"No one has ever cared for me like this," Izaak confessed quietly, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability.

"Perhaps everyone perceives Prince Izaak as no longer a child," Melody replied thoughtfully, her gaze gentle yet insightful. "But within you beats a heart that retains its innocence—a heart that easily opens and is ever ready to embrace love, wherever and whenever it may appear," she added, her words weaving a tender acknowledgment of his inner self.

Izaak hummed thoughtfully, his head nodding slowly as he delved into a confession from his past. "I started taking women to bed after the death of my fourth wife. They sought to marry me, yielding to whatever I desired of them. Yet even among them, I encountered faces of betrayal. They all coveted the title of my wife, dreaming of ruling the kingdom one day," he revealed, his voice carrying a weight of regret and bitterness. The past that his siblings, especially Magnus, despised.

"To forget the pain, everyone tries to find different ways," Melody replied softly, her voice carrying empathy born of understanding. "And the path Prince Izaak chose was..." Her words trailed off, a delicate pause indicating her reluctance to voice it aloud.

"Momentary pleasure," Izaak finished for her, his tone weighted with a mix of regret and resolution. "I despised myself for it. Several months ago, I put an end to it. Completely," he confessed, his admission laced with a palpable sense of relief.

"I never shared this with anyone. I thought keeping it to myself would be best. But over time, it started eating away at me from within. I tried to focus on my duties, but it couldn’t silence my troubled thoughts," Izaak continued, his gaze reflecting a vulnerability akin to a lost child, adrift despite outward composure, merely moving forward for the sake of those around him.

Moved by his confession, Melody leaned forward, shifting her weight onto her knees as she gently embraced him.

Her hands caressed his back soothingly, offering silent comfort. After a tender moment, she withdrew slightly, her eyes searching his face with concern, quietly asking if he felt better.

"Yes," Izaak replied softly, his arms encircling her in return, his face nestled against the warmth of her neck. In that embrace, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders, the burden of his past lightening in her presence.

Melody’s breath caught as she felt his nose nuzzle against her neck, his warm breath sending a shiver through her. She blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment yet she remained steadfast in offering him solace and understanding.

"Once everything turns fine, marry me," Izaak said. He had created a gap between them as he peered into her eyes.

Melody was stunned by that statement. He wished to marry her. Last night, she thought he truly jested with her. She still was in a contemplation when his words reached her ears once more.

"You find it all rushed. But that’s what I intended from the beginning," Izaak asserted.

"You find it all rushed. But that’s what I intended from the beginning," Izaak asserted, his voice steady with resolve despite the vulnerability in his eyes.

"I find it hard to believe that His Highness, the eldest vampire prince, wants to marry someone like me," Melody admitted softly, her words betraying a mixture of disbelief and humility.

"Because you possess wealth of values and a compassionate heart," Izaak replied earnestly, his gaze unwavering as he sought to convey his sincerity.

"I have everything I desire except for a life partner—a companion I can rely on, love unreservedly, and share a future with. You are that woman, Melody. Do you still not feel the same way about me?" he asked, a hint of desperation threading through his tone and expression.

"No, I like you... Your Highness," Melody replied quickly, correcting herself with a gentle smile. "Any woman would be fortunate to fall in love with you. You’re a sweet man," she added, her voice warm with affection and admiration.

Ixaak’s smile deepened with warmth as he savored her compliments, his gaze lingering fondly on her. "Let’s sleep then," he suggested softly, his touch gentle as he pulled the thick duvet snugly around her, ensuring she was shielded from any hint of cold, replacing the luxurious silk sheets with a comforting embrace of warmth. With a tender gesture, he tucked her in, his actions infused with care and affection.

To his pleasant surprise, Melody responded with a gentle kiss on his cheek, her eyes reflecting a quiet happiness.

"Good night," she murmured softly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she prepared to settle beneath the inviting layers of the duvet.

However, Ixaak had a different plan. With a gentle and deliberate touch, he cradled her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek in a tender exploration of her soft skin.

His fingers intertwined with her hair, delicately savoring the silkiness as he lovingly traced the contours of her scalp.

Her breath hitched in surprise and anticipation as his lips gently brushed against hers, a delicate moment that stole her breath away.

In a tender dance, he nibbled softly on her lower lip, coaxing a reciprocal response, a subtle invitation to share in the intimacy of their kiss.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, while her hands, trembling slightly, found their way to her chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart beneath her fingertips.

As their kisses slowed, he transitioned with a deliberate tenderness, moving from her lips to delicately trace a path along her chin, his breath warm against her skin.

Following the contour of her jawline, his lips left a trail of soft, showering kisses down to the sensitive curve of her neck. Each gentle touch seemed to draw out a soft sigh from her, her pulse quickening beneath his lips.

The rhythm of her heartbeat echoed in his senses. He could feel the warmth of her blood, smell the faint, sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers. She was a human and his primal desire to taste her blood once awaken in his mind.

As their intimate exchange deepened, he gently withdrew from kissing her neck, his lips instead finding her earlobe where he nibbled delicately. A soft gasp escaped her, her head spinning with a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation.

"Allow me the privilege of tasting your blood someday, Melody," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "I crave the essence of you."