Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 198

Belle could feel his cold lips on hers, their lips moving against each other. He leaned more forward to have her back touch the surface of the bed while he continued to kiss her. One hand of his went to hold and pull her waist close to him, having her back arch while the other that had been holding her hand pressed against the bed before interlinking his fingers along with hers.

His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she opened up to him willingly the way she had opened up her heart to him. No one had ever reached up to him the way she did, her eyes always seeking his and trying to trail where ever he went. Now that his memories were back, it was like a flood of emotions that had been locked away had been released and he wanted to do nothing but love the girl in his arms.

Their tongue rubbed against each other, tasting and pulling lips playfully slow so that he could savour her right now for the loss of time they had. He kissed and bit her lips gently having her sigh under him.

Belle didn’t know what happened as this was the longest Lucas had ever kissed her but she was not complaining about it. The way he touched and kissed her, making her feel precious and cherished, there was nothing else Belle wanted. She returned the fervent kisses back to him, her own lips unable to stop to kiss and taste him.

“Ssh,” Lucas said pulling away when she sought for his lips, moving her head forward to blush, “I just fed you,” he said, moving his thumb across his lower lip where Belle’s sharp fang had touched his skin. He then used the same thumb which had his blood on it to push it into her mouth and she sucked the blood.

Lucas wondered how it took so much time to realize what she truly meant to him. Not just in the past but even in now, they had only each other to depend on.

Pulling his thumb, he leaned back again to press his lips on hers, kissing them. One hand of Belle had moved to touch Lucas’ face, the fingers moving back to hold the short hairs.

He kissed a few more times, showering her with more kisses. One on each of her eyelids before his lips trailed down to kiss her neck. Unbuttoning some of the top ones on her blouse, his lips kissed her slender neck.

“I will be recreating the bond,” he informed her and she gave him a nod of yes. Lucas was no vampire but the creature he belonged was parallel to them. When he parted his lips, his teeth grew big and wide, “Hold on to me,” he said to her and he bit into her shoulder where the existing mark was present.

Belle flinched in the pain but she was ready to take it in if it meant she and Lucas would get to be together. She hadn’t regretted it before and she wouldn’t now. As he had asked her, she held on to him. Her eyes closed and her face contoured in pain until he finally retracted his fangs back. Licking the wound with tongue, taking away the blood that was ready to trail down until it was clean.

Both of them laid on the bed next to each other, Belle’s hand in Lucas where he had placed it on his chest.

“Did you have a past like Greed too?” asked Belle.

“Hmm, I did,” answered Lucas, staring at the ceiling of the bed above them, “It isn’t pretty,” he then turned to look at her to see Belle who was already looking at him.

“I wouldn’t judge you.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” he said, his eyes carrying the empty void in them as usual, “I happened to kill a lot of people. Good and bad. A lot of them before I was executed in the scaffold. Blood makes you mad or cold. There’s no in-between.”

Belle moved closer to him and placed her head close to his shoulder, “You might have had your own reasons then. You don’t kill people randomly now. Do you?” she questioned looking up at him to receive a kiss on her forehead.

“I wonder about that.”

Belle already knew that Lucas had killed people but she couldn’t help but question about something she just came to realize, “Wait, Sir Malcolm had sent a butler here. What happened to him?”

“He was a scavenger. I killed him too,” Belle raised her eyes, giving a nod and going back to lay her head down.

When she turned her head to look at the other side, she noticed snowflakes falling from the sky. The time of winter was beautiful, the way the entire land turned to heaven. It reminded her of the time when she was a young girl.

When she was a little girl, her relatives often hung out here in the mansion. With the fresh arrival of snow, the children had gone to create snowman and snow angels outside the mansion. Belle had taken great care in making her snowman that had turned out uneven but she had put her effort, adding branches and placing a cap and nose with a carrot on it.

“Where are his nose and hands?” asked little Belle after coming back outside the mansion as she had gone in for a few minutes.

“Maybe he didn’t want one,” said one cousin.

“She probably ate the carrot herself. Look how ugly the snowman turned out.”

“Belle is not good at it.”

“Someone stole it from me!” exclaimed Belle, looking at the children who were trying to not giggle and they were older to her.

Hurt over her cousin’s behaviour towards her by making her feel alone as she was the youngest, Belle had gone to her usual spot of climbing and sitting in the tree behind the mansion. And not five minutes later, someone asked,

“What are you doing here, Miss Belle?” it was the butler, Lucas.

“Trying to freeze to death!” the little girl snapped by turning her head with her arms crossed.