"Shall I make you remember?" King John breathed out each word trapping her against the table. All the maids and servants in the room quickly turned around and walked outside hastily disappearing in few seconds.

His hands were covered hers and she was unable to move since his body was like a wall pushing her against the table. She couldn't lean on it as she was afraid to break dishes or cracking the table. Either could she try to get free from his trap because something was telling her he wouldn't allow her any movement. And after all, would she really want to get free?

"Someone had scared the maids," Roselyn remarked as she turned around to see the dining room which was now empty. When she stared back at him his eyes were burning into hers. She swallowed down when on his lips formed a smirk.

"Good then because we are alone now." He commented in a smooth pleasuring voice, the sound of his voice awakened a familiar pit in her stomach and she wondered how a voice could sound so pleasuring.

His breath was warm brushing against her neck and she unconsciously tilted her head slightly as the air sent shivers through her spine. John leaned closer, his gaze darted to her peachy lips just to ran toward her neckline.

As John scrutinized her like if he could see through her clothes, she felt like her body was calling for his. She couldn't refrain from the innate urge to learn even more close. Their bodies were against each other, Roselyn's body was emanating heat like if she was human and it oddly warmed the cold skin of the vampire she had married.

No matter how much she would try to suppress her emotions and bodily needs, it was impossible to resist his allure. She remembered when she used to criticize the couples of high society for easily falling in love and easily indulge in the deepest fantasies. She would have never imagined ending up being one of those as soon as she started to develop feelings.

His eyes gleamed like they just did when he looked at her, only God knew what he wanted to do to her. To be fully honest, Roselyn would let him do anything he pleased, yet something was still scaring him to fully open up to her.

Despite it may be easy to admit his feelings with words when it came to live with that feeling, John felt concerned, since he knew what happened to the people he loved. His father's death was the proof.

When the silence became too loud Roselyn took the courage to ask, "what are you thinking about?"

She predicted him to reply with his usual perverse teasing but instead, his jaw clenched like it usually did when nervous.

"I am thinking about many things Rose…" His voice rang rusty in her ears.

Roselyn managed to pull her gaze over his deep intense eyes just to move it toward the floor, but this time she struggled against the overthinking and opened her mouth in an attempt to try to reply.

Just like he read her thoughts he replied to her concern, "there are many things I would love to do to you. Last night is nothing compared to the amount of joy I can make you experience." That statement was like a melody to her ears, that's what she wanted and hoped to hear.

As soon as she smiled he started again, "but there is this rational side of me which is refraining me to."

Roselyn unconsciously sighed, how many times should she tell him that she could manage whatever his wills were.

"Then why are you still trapping my body?" Roselyn asked, her voice sounded spiteful as she arched her eyebrow. John's gaze fell on his hands still glued on the table and his body still pushing her against the table.

He looked at her straight in the eyes again as he giggled.

Roselyn jolted when she heard the noise of the things abruptly falling as John stroke the objects and food on the table over the floor just to lift her and sit her on the almost empty table.

It wasn't hard to convince him, Roselyn thought to herself. John's lips slammed on her in a hard long kiss, until their lips parted leaving Roselyn's breath intensified waiting for a second round. He removed his jacket in a quick movement letting it drop on the floor like if it was not a jacket worth probably thousands of coins.

John removed the shirt right after as he hastily unbuttoned it but out of patience he ripped it off just to bent over her. Roselyn helped him to take it off and when he finally revealed his majestic torso and muscles her heart skipped a beat. He kissed her once again.

Against the table? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?

They seemed not to care, their kiss became rough like if they hadn't seen each other in years.

His hand went to grab her by her hair just to push her against the table. The table trembled and cracked, the surface was hard and not as comfortable as the bed but that should be the last worry that had to occur to Roselyn's mind, maids and servants were right outside the dining room.

Roselyn's hand went to grip over his neck to push him closer and intensify the kiss. She moaned against his lips as he paused for a second just to catch a long breath. His hands before she could realize it was slipping through her dress searching to loosen up the zip from the back.

The table kept cracking and the few objects that were still on the table now fell as well or poured over the tablecloth leaving a complete mess. John's lips curved up into a smirk when he finally found unzipped it. He lifted her gently just to slip the dress out of her and remove it in a quick experienced movement.

It was a joy when he noticed he didn't have to put in additional work since she didn't wear a corset.

His lips kissed her neck and slowly lowered down toward her chest.