Marrying the Vampire Prince
chapter 26's

The so-called strong willpower, and hard will that Evie had built up with great effort and long time did nothing to protect her from all the words that came out of Gavriel's lips. 

It was as if his words were fiery arrows. It did not break through his shield by force.

 However, they came like molten lava and they melted his shield, dissolving it into a gelatinous puddle along with his bones.

And he was helpless – completely helpless, gobsmacked, and shocked. 

How can words alone have such a profound influence on his heart, mind, and body? He felt as if a spell had been cast on him – deadly spells that made his body react in a way he had never felt before.

"Evie ..." his head bowed closer to Evie. And as his hand was now covering his mouth, he tilted his head, and he felt his breath on the edge of his ear. 

Another surprise. The stronger one runs like electricity on every nerve. 

"I want to kiss you. Let me taste your lips. Say yes, Evie."

Her voice was so warm and hoarse and so sensual that she felt like she was bewitching him. 

Despair and desire seemed to roar under his breath. He never knew a desperate man sounded so seductive.

 Can anyone blame him if he gives up? After all, she is her husband, right?

Evie felt the fire that had melted her shield now begin to work miraculously in her heart. And he almost heard his heart break. 

The hand that covered her lips began to loosen from her tight grip. He wanted to taste those lips as well, would it feel hotter than his breath?

He was surprised by that thought. How shameful! Did it even come from him? And even more surprising was when he realized that his hand had partially fallen and there was no longer any resistance against Gavriel.

He suddenly felt him jerking back and he slowly lifted his eyes to look at him, his heart pounding so hard that his brain felt dizzy from all the shock, sensation, and emotions flooding in at once.

But to his surprise, he did not look at her. He realized that he had jolted back to look at the door thanks to someone knocking on him.

A low desperate moan came from him before he turned to look at him. Their eyes met and Evie's breath choked. 

And then, he lowered his head while his hands were still stretched out to the wall behind him. He sighed and he noticed that his arms were trembling slightly, as if struggling to control something within him.

"It seems like there is another serious problem," he murmured after sighing,

 "so I'm sorry but I have to go again."

His gaze burned above hers before falling on her lips. But another knock resounded, causing his jaw to clench, violently. Then too quickly, he backed away and whispered.

 "You rest first. I'll be back as soon as possible."

And with that, she suddenly but gently lifted him up and laid him on their bed, after which she just spun around and left.

Silence crept in every corner of the room as soon as the door closed, and Evie slowly sank back into the luxurious bed.

 He really couldn't believe what had just happened. Somewhere in the chaos of his mind, he realized how easily the man seduced her, causing her to give up. 

He did not even need to touch a single strand of hair, yet .. how could he ...

He could only bury his hot face in his palm and groan. 

He could still feel the remnants of the flames he had set on his skin and the flickering flickers he had built up in his stomach. 

Her deep and charming voice still resounded and it was. she did not even know what kind of words she had to say to him. And then she remembered the answer when she asked him to let her kiss her. 

He has relented. If the interruption had not come by then, he was sure he would have said yes. Because he was ready to do so and had even boldly wondered what it was like to kiss her.

"Mother.." she said helplessly.

 "What should I do? Looks like I can't... I don't think I can hold out much longer... Not likely. He's not possible. What am I supposed to do?"

Everything still felt crazy even when Evie finally stretched her body and covered herself with a blanket on the bed. 

Although outwardly she was fine except for the red hue that still adorned her cheeks, her mind was completely muddled. He tried hard to stop thinking, he was tired, tired of all the devil-like thoughts in his head. 

They say there are angels and demons on both sides of one's shoulder who are fighting each other to take control. But why did Evie feel that there were no angels but demons whispering in her ear, eager to push her into temptation?

...

A little while later, Evie finally fell asleep. It was most likely due to the exhaustion of all the excessive thinking and emotions that had gone up and down in the past few days and especially of all that had happened in the short time Gavriel had appeared.

As the night wore on, Evie began to dream. He dreams of Gavriel getting into their bed. 

He leaned over her and started whispering the same words he said before he left. It was just that this time, he paired everything he said with his actions. 

He rubbed his mouth into his mouth over and over and did those things to his lips until he opened his mouth and let it in. 

He rubbed his face and sat on the bed for a pause until he calmed down and the heat on his face was quite eased.

 When he looked towards the window, he realized that it was already dawn. He lies back on the bed and curls up in the fetal position. 

How could she resist a man who could seduce her and make her feel all those things even in her dreams? Wanting her to reject her husband who brings out male sexuality when she thinks about it would ask the impossible of a normal woman like herself.

Closing her eyes, Evie sighed tremblingly, realizing that she had not escaped him even while asleep.

But before his mind could descend into chaos again, he sensed the presence of someone in the room. 

His heartbeat quickened and he shook his head towards the door nervously.

"It's me" Gavriel's voice echoed and then she was right next to the bed.

Evie heaved a sigh of relief, but she gasped when she suddenly reached out and lifted him into her arms.

"Sorry, wife. But we have to go now." His voice was calm but urgent. 

"You need to get dressed quickly. Wear the thickest clothes you can find." He had taken them both to the dressing room when he told him what to do.

"K-why? Where are we going?" he managed to ask when he was already searching around for the thickest coat in his wardrobe.

"Start dressing Evie up, I'll explain it to you later." He urged and Evie frantically obeyed him, feeling the seriousness of the situation. 

"Here's coat. Wear it."

As she turned her head towards him to give him a coat, Evie was still wearing her evening gown. 

"I…"

Noticing his facial expression, Gavriel rubbed his black hair and turned around. 

"I'll wait outside." He said but without the upsetting tone Evie expected.

She hurriedly took off her evening dress. She clumsily put on her dress because she was not used to dressing up without the help of a maid.

"Evi, do you need any help?" she heard her voice just as she realized that she needed help tidying up her dress buttons. 

As if he had read his mind, his voice came again. 

"I'm in." he warned.

He then entered through the locker room door. Evie blushed, but her quick actions did not give her a chance to think about the embarrassment she felt.

 He finished his work quickly and carefully. After he finished with his buttons, he wrapped them in a thick coat.

"Wear this too." She said as she handed him a pair of knitted gloves as she pulled the thick fur coat hood over her head.

 Evie was surprised but she couldn't force herself to ask for more details just yet because she could feel that they seemed to be in such a hurry and had no spare time.

He wrapped it in another thick robe and then the robe he wore during their trip to the imperial palace.

 His clothes were heavy but before he could think about whether he should move with all this weight, Gavriel lifted him up like he was weighing a feather and then headed to the window.

Without a word, Gavriel pulled her hood further down until she could see nothing.

 The next thing he knew, he clung to the man for life. His face was buried in his strong chest; he could feel an extremely strong wind blowing around him. 

Even with the many layers of coats that Gavriel had stacked on him, he could still feel the chill on his skin. 

It was as if they were passing through a violent storm. He could not even look forward because aside from the violent wind, Gavriel's palm pressed his head against his chest.

He could only hold on to her, unable to think. Because it's getting colder and colder. 

He finally understood why he wrapped her up in all these thick and heavy clothes. 

It felt as if they were going through a roaring ice blizzard this time.

More than an hour may pass and the snowstorm seems to have subsided somewhat. No. gabe. It seems like Gavriel has finally slowed down his travel speed.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, her palm cupping the back of her head slightly loosened but still did not let her turn around to look. 

"A minute, wife. It's snowing so I can't let you see."

"Where ... where are we going?"

"To a safe place. In Dacria."