My Vampire Guy

Samson opened his eyes wide and looked at the drunk girl talking nonsense in front of him.

Does she know what she is talking about?

That wine is premium and extremely expensive. She just needs to drink one glass to get drunk. But she drank three glasses. If she hadn’t become like this, he would have felt strange.

He won’t believe what a drunk person says. She said she wanted to be his wife but then scolded him like that.

– Let me take you back to your room.

He threw the blanket off as soon as he finished speaking. However, before he could lift her, she pushed him back down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

The genuine touches made her even more excited, wanting to touch him a little more.

The slender finger moved from his forehead to his eyelids, to his nose, and stopped on his lips.

After determining the position, she pressed her lips to his and kissed him. Her remaining hand was also restless, constantly touching him without knowing that she was stimulating the man’s most primitive desires and instincts.

– Lucasta, stop…

Samson turned his face aside and took her hand. His voice became hoarse.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the strength to push her away, but because it seems like he doesn’t want to push her away, he’s still hesitant.

The girl he missed was by his side, and she took the initiative to kiss him, so how could he not react?

When he was on the stairs, his reason still existed, but at this moment, it was gradually disappearing, giving way to his most primitive desire.

– Please love me, Samson. I once heard you say you love me, please give me one more chance. I don’t want to lose you. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, whimpering like a self-pitying child.

He gradually loosened his grip and gently turned his body. Soon, their positions were swapped.

Looking at her tearful face, his heart ached. Why did he make her cry again?

– Be good, don’t cry anymore. Samson dried her face and said gently.

Her two small arms quickly reached up and grabbed his neck. In her drunken stupor, she saw him as even more handsome. This is truly her Samson, always gentle and pampering her.

– Are you sure? Won’t you regret it? He quickly asked when he realized she was trying to kiss his lips again.

– No regrets. Tonight I belong to you, from now on and forever.

The vampire’s icy heart completely melted when he heard these words. He no longer hesitated or thought about anything else.

At this moment, he was no longer the love between a brother and a sister for her, but the burning love of a man for a girl.

He wanted to possess her, wanted her to forever belong to him tonight. If he didn’t take this opportunity, he was afraid that when the sun came up, she would change her mind and he would lose her forever.

– Surely, you no longer have a chance to regret it.

A deep, husky masculine voice filled with desire rang in Lucasta’s ears, making her tremble slightly.

Very quickly, the white shirt carrying the unique diamond was thrown to the floor by its owner, revealing his beautiful body even though the many scars had not yet completely faded.

Next, he gently took off the floral dress from Lucasta’s body. The girl’s slender, elegant body appeared before his eyes as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

His desire was pushed to a climax, he bent down, gently kissed the tip of her red nose, and then kissed her eyelids to completely wipe away the remaining tears.

– I love you, Lucasta, I love you more than my own life.

After pouring passionate love words into her ear, he continued to leave a kiss mark on her body as a way to mark his sovereignty.

For a vampire, the bite on his lover’s neck would be a unique way to mark his sovereignty, but he couldn’t do that to her, he didn’t want to turn her into a vampire.

The girl’s white, flawless skin quickly became covered with pale pink marks. She closed her eyes, enjoying the ecstatic feeling he brought to her.

The man’s breathing became more and more heavy. He quickly removed all the things that were entangled in both of their bodies and immediately became one with her.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The feeling of the first time was not very pleasant, making her wince and frown, her hands unconsciously pinching the sweaty shoulders of the person above her.

– Ah… it hurts… it hurts so much… – Lucasta cried out in pain.

– It will pass quickly, relax, my love. Samson blew into her ear, gently coaxing her.

The pain gradually passed, giving way to pleasure. Lucasta was completely swept away by his rhythmic movements, immersed in the whirlwind of love with him. Gasps and soft moans echoed in the large room.

Samson’s reason gradually disappeared. He was like a horse losing its reins, possessing her over and over again, moving extremely intensely as if all the pent-up needs of the past thousand years were all released by him this very night.

The two lovers were fiercely entwined with each other all night long. It wasn’t until it was nearly dawn and there was the sound of a wild rooster crowing somewhere that Samson let go of the person under him.

Lucasta fell asleep soon after, leaving only the man next to her still awake. He passionately looked at her beautiful face, gently brushing away the sticky hair on her pretty cheeks.

Tonight is a very meaningful, very precious night for him. Even in his wildest dreams, he never expected that one day he would receive a sincere response from the person he loved when she already knew that he was not human and was a species cursed by the world.

– Sleep well, my love.

His strong arms hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her small forehead and dreaming a beautiful dream with her.

While the sunlight was dancing outside and colorful birds were singing on high branches, drinking dew, and sunbathing, Lucasta still hadn’t woken up.

Her strength had been drained last night by the man with the statuesque face.

It wasn’t until she felt someone’s hand caressing her face that she tried to open her eyes and was extremely surprised to see Samson right next to her.

He was lying on his side, shirtless, his hair a bit messy, his appearance very seductive.

However, what was more terrible was that she realized her dress was lying on the floor, mixed in with his clothes.

The embarrassing memories of last night gradually returned to Lucasta’s mind. She remembered that she let the owl go, then drank alcohol, and after that, she didn’t remember anything else.

In the end, who took the initiative in this matter?

– What happened? I… I… no… I didn’t do it on purpose. Lucasta shook her head and stammered.

– You didn’t do it on purpose? Samson frowned and asked again.

– Alcohol. It’s all because of the alcohol. She was almost about to cry.

Samson sighed, looking at her with eyes filled with disappointment. Last night, she enthusiastically received him.

Even at first, she took the initiative to seduce him, but in the morning she was planning to abandon responsibility. He shouldn’t have believed the words of a drunk person.

– Yes, it’s because of the alcohol. You drank, then came into my room, climbed into my bed, then… climbed on top of me, then kissed me and…

Before he finished speaking, Lucasta quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth. She remembered already.

She was the one who took the initiative, she said she wanted to sleep with him, wanted to belong to him, and then a physical relationship happened between the two of them. Not just once, but many, many times. No wonder her whole body hurts now.

– You… you can punish me any way you like, but don’t chase me away. I don’t have anywhere to go back to. She retracted her hand and spoke.

Lucasta’s teary eyes were glued to the messy clothes on the floor, no longer daring to look him straight in the face.

She feels like she’s no different from those bad girls who trap men who don’t love them.

Was Samson hating her? Is he thinking that she is a flirty girl who uses every trick to achieve her goal?

Looking at Lucasta’s miserable appearance, Samson both felt sorry for her and felt funny. It turned out that she was always a tearful, fragile little girl who needed his protection.

Yesterday, she looked very brave, surpassing him, but now she is like a little lost cat.

He took her hand that was clinging tightly to the blanket, gently brought it to his mouth, and placed a kiss on it. This unexpected action made her suddenly turn around and widen her eyes.

– You don’t need to go anywhere, you are my wife now, this is your home and you are the mistress of this castle. His voice was full of pampering.

– You… you…

– It’s like this. Do you understand? He said after kissing her lips.

Happiness came so suddenly that Lucasta’s heart almost sank and then burst with joy. She burst into tears, snuggling her head into his solid chest. The small hand continuously hit his shoulder.

He doesn’t know how scared she was.

– Be good. Don’t hit your husband. You have to love me, right?

Lucasta cried even louder. She didn’t hit him anymore and hugged him tightly. Her cries drowned out Samson’s sniffles.

He didn’t cry loudly, but tears flowed out, wetting her silky golden hair. From now on, she is his woman, nothing can make him let go of her anymore.

– I’m hungry. She suddenly pushed him away and said.

– Let me go make a cake for you. There is still flour left in the kitchen. You lie down a little longer, wait for me to make warm water, and then go take a bath. He lightly pinched her cheek.

Even though Lucasta had a physical relationship with him last night, when she saw him throw off the blanket and get out of bed, she was still shy.

She pulled the blanket over her head, listened to his footsteps moving in the room and when she heard the door slam shut, she dared to stick her head out, jumped out of bed, and picked up the dress.

– Oh my god, he left a thousand hickeys on my body? It’s intense. Vampires are very different from regular humans. She smiled, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

By the time Lucasta finished showering and came to the kitchen, the cake was already baked.

A stream of old memories flooded back, making her emotional. She slowly approached, and wrapped her arms around Samson from behind, causing his movements to stop.

He knew she was coming but didn’t think she would take this action.

– Come sit at the table, I’m making milk for you.

– Wait until you’re done.

Ignoring what he said, she kept clinging to his back. If he goes left, she goes left. If he goes right, she goes right.

Although Samson was a bit stuck, he didn’t feel bothered at all, on the contrary, he liked it. When she was still his sister, she wouldn’t have clung to him to this extent.