The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 342: Don’t stop me

Chapter 342: Don’t stop me

"I never judge anyone," Lillian stated, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. She felt blindsided by Lewis’s harsh remark, something she never expected from him.

"You do," Lewis retorted calmly. His fingers gently grabbed a few of her hair strands resting on her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. Lillian immediately yanked his hand away, turning her back on him as she moved to the vase filled with roses. With shaking hands, she began to take the flowers out, trying to distract herself from the rising storm of emotions.

Before she could react, Lewis stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her into a firm embrace. His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke. "It hurts to hear the truth, doesn’t it?"

"Get away! Don’t ever meet me again," Lillian snapped, her voice laced with anger. She tried to free herself from his grip, but he held her tightly.

"I’m not getting away," Lewis said, his tone steady. "Why can’t you listen to your own voice? I merely told you the truth about your personality. You’ve built many insecurities over the years, Lily."

The moment he said those words, Lillian stopped resisting his embrace. Her eyes blinked rapidly as the truth of his statement sank in. She had indeed built up a lot of insecurities over the years, projecting them onto the people around her and judging them based on those fears.

Lewis kept his chin on her shoulder, his cheek brushing against hers. "I’m not going to leave you, ever. Keep that in mind," he pronounced softly.

They remained that way for a while, enveloped in a heavy silence. Lillian felt a mixture of emotions: anger, sadness, and a reluctant acknowledgment of the truth in Lewis’s words. She hated how easily he saw through her, yet she couldn’t deny the comfort of his presence.

After a few moments, Lewis gently pulled away and turned her around to face him. His expression was serious, yet filled with concern and determination.

"One thing I’ve learned over the years is that one should have the ability to hear the truth. If you can do that, you can conquer a lot of things pretty easily," Lewis asserted.

Lillian lowered her eyes, not wanting to speak further. Her emotions were a turbulent mix, and she couldn’t find the words to express them.

Lewis didn’t wait to coax her with words; instead, he leaned in and kissed her. The suddenness of the kiss made her eyes fly open in surprise before she shut them tightly.

Her body remained frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the unexpected intimacy, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering to the flood of emotions coursing through her.

She kissed him back with equal fervor, pouring all her confusion, anger, and longing into the kiss.

Lewis held her firmly in place, his hands pressing against her lower back. His kiss was intense and demanding, and he nibbled on her lips, tasting her, savoring the moment.

Every so often, he would open his eyes to study her expression, ensuring that she was with him, before closing them again to lose himself in the passion of the moment.

With their vampiric speed, they moved to the bed, landing with a thud. Lewis’s body pressed against hers, the weight and warmth of him grounding her amidst the storm of emotions.

His hands roamed to her waist, holding her securely, his lips never leaving hers. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and consuming, as if they were trying to communicate all the words they couldn’t say with their mouths.

They finally slowed down, their fervent kisses gradually becoming gentle pecks before they withdrew completely. Both of them gasped for air, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

Lewis smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned in to kiss Lillian’s chin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she pressed her hands against his chest.

"Don’t stop me," he whispered against her lips, his voice husky with need. His fingers deftly found the edges of her gown’s sleeves, slowly lowering them from her shoulders. The fabric slipped down, revealing the smooth, porcelain skin beneath.

Ducking his head, Lewis planted a trail of kisses along her slender neck, each one sending shivers down Lillian’s spine.

His lips were warm and soft, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. She closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly to give him better access, her resistance melting away with each touch.

Lewis’s eyes searched Lillian’s with an intensity that matched the gravity of his question. "Can I mark you?" he asked, his voice low and laden with meaning.

Lillian met his gaze steadily, her own eyes reflecting both resolve and vulnerability. "Do it," she permitted, her voice a whisper yet filled with conviction.

Lewis’s expression turned serious as he continued, "Once done, you will not be able to back off. You are aware of this, right?"

Lillian nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, I am aware," she affirmed. She then added with a hint of determination, "I will mark you too."

A flicker of surprise crossed Lewis’s face, quickly replaced by a thoughtful smile. The notion of them marking each other was more than just a physical act; it symbolized a profound bond and a commitment that went beyond mere affection.

"I never thought you’d be the one to make such a decision," Lewis mused, his tone softening. He reached out, gently cupping her face with his hands. The seriousness in his eyes was matched by the warmth in his touch. "But I’m glad you did. It means more than you know."

Lillian’s heart raced at his words. She knew the weight of what they were about to do—it would bind them together in a way that was both intimate and irrevocable. But she felt ready, her emotions aligned with the depth of her commitment to him.

Lewis’s fingers brushed her hair back, his touch tender despite the gravity of the moment. "Are you sure you’re ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation.

"Yes," Lillian replied firmly, her voice steady. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

A smile of genuine affection and admiration crossed Lewis’s face. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "Then let’s make this real. Together."

He guided her to a more comfortable position, ensuring she was at ease as he prepared to mark her. As Lewis leaned in, his lips brushed against her skin, and he began the ritual of marking her. His sharp fangs grew large, his hand caressing her arm.

He already decided the spot on her neck, where he would mark her. His eyes turned red, his vampiric instincts taking over before he inserted her fangs in her smooth, soft skin.

Her hands clutched his shoulders, a smile forming on her lips. She felt tingles in her entire body, but it was not painful. She found him sucking her blood and she couldn’t resist herself either in this.

Lillian also marked him on his neck as she was sure of the fact that Lewis would become her other-half.

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