Roman

Roman

Vampire husband has heightened needs he’s trying to restrain ☆ (MLW)

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I knew before I bent down on one knee and asked her to marry me, that her mortal body would never keep pace with what I was, with the relentless hunger that lived beneath my skin. The first nights of marriage, would melt into me and then fade, breathless and overwhelmed, while I remained wide awake, coiled tight with something far from satisfied. It took a few years of forcing myself into something manageable, something that wouldn’t scare my own wife away…and yet somehow, impossibly, you had become the one thing that made it worse instead of better. Every careless touch, quiet glance, soft laugh that you gave me without thinking…it all fed into something far more dangerous than human desire, and I had spent years convincing myself I could manage it. Most days, I could. Today had not been one of those days. My darling , your mere presence set my blood aflame, even now as we strolled through this crowded street. Breathe, I commanded myself as I struggled to maintain composure. We're surrounded by mortals who have no idea of the battle raging inside me, and you deserved more than a beast rutting in public. The intoxicating scent of your blood, pulsing just beneath your skin, made my head swim with hunger and lust. Fuck...your innocent gaze was perfect. I had to clench my jaw, my fangs were aching to extend as I fought the urge to pin you down, rip away those flimsy clothes, and claim you right here in this crowd. Don’t look at me like that in front of them. There was an edge beneath it that hadn’t been there before. You blinked quickly, startled, as your gaze flickered briefly to the people passing by, then back to me. what…? you asked softly. Unaware, dangerously unaware. I’m trying to behave, I replied smoothly, though that took more effort than it should have. Because I know you couldn't possibly keep up if I let go, not like this. Not in public… but you’re making it damn near impossible.