After the deliciously toe-curling kiss, he eased back a little until their lips were barely touching. The steamy puffs of their breaths mingling as she finally opened her intoxicated eyes. But before his glorious face could register in her blurry gaze, his tongue was buried inside her mouth again. Another deep, raw and spine tingling kiss followed. He continued tasting, sucking, and licking the inside of her mouth as though he could not get enough of her.
And as he feasted on her mouth, Roselle could not do anything but feel the inexplicable pleasure that was threatening to blot out her consciousness. Something hot and sweet began to swell within her breast and stomach and between her thighs.
Another sweet moan escaped from her lips as her trembling hands move on their own and settled lightly against his naked chest. A sound of satisfaction rumbled in Romeo's throat and his mouth was suddenly latched onto her jaw. He kissed and nibbled her there and then slowly travelled down the hollow of her neck, licking her as if he were tasting something divine. And it felt so good Roselle could only writhe in response.
The sweet and hot sensation streaking down her breasts and experienced a sudden increase. And when he sucked hard on the sensitive skin of her neck, she quivered, and it was as if there were jolts of electricity zapping her all over her body.
A gasp escaped her mouth as she uttered words in what sounded like half moan and half whimper. "Rom… Romeo… w*… w*it…"
Suddenly, he went very still and then pulled away with startling abruptness.
The sudden loss of his solidness and warmth had a protest nearly slipping from Roselle's throat. She did not mean for him to stop. She did not want him to stop. She wanted… more.
She gasped again at her own thought process, eyes wide with shock as she looked at him.
The muscles in Romeo's jaw contracted and tightened at the sight of her expression. But he said nothing so the only sound that could be heard between them for a while was her gentle gasps of breaths and his deep and rapid inhalations and exhalations.
He closed his eyes and appeared to be struggling with some powerful emotions within himself before straightening and raking his hand through his hair. After a short moment, his jaws relaxed and he spoke softly, his eyes still intense but now controlled and restrained.
"Alright." he said in a low voice. "I'm going to take a bath, wife. You don't need to wait for me and go to bed now. Sleep well."
And without a warning, his lips crashed against her lips again before he abruptly tore them away. His back already facing her as he powerfully and purposefully strode towards the bathroom before Roselle realized it. The door closed, cutting her view from his drool-worthy back and she finally found herself able to break free from the earlier paralysis.
Her mind was in a muddle, utterly disoriented and a little confused. She began to feel her body again and she was surprised that she did not crumple to the floor in a boneless heap.
Walking towards the bed on unsteady legs, Roselle ran her palms over her still burning face. Her brain finally began to work normally again, and she buried her face against the pillow.
Her lips still felt tingly and her nipples too, she began to absentmindedly touch them. Oh my! She gasped upon realizing what she was doing, and she rose abruptly as if startled. She went and grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down.
She jumped back into bed again, afraid that he'd come back because she wouldn't know how to face him now. And she was certain the colour of her face was still red.
Forcing herself to fall asleep, Roselle tossed and turned on her side of the bed.
After a long while of failed attempts to forcefully get herself to sleep and the impossible attempt of forgetting about the mind-blowing kiss, Roselle heard the soft sound of a door opening and then closing. She went very still, feigning to be asleep.
She felt him drawing the thick curtains over the window she had pulled open when she was looking outside. The room suddenly plunged into darkness.
He climbed silently on the bed, and Roselle felt the mattress on his side dip as she tried her best to stop her nervousness. She knew Werewolves had very sharp senses and perhaps, the thuds of her heart might be deafening to him. With great effort, Roselle sighed silently multiple times and somehow, her heartbeat slowly quietened. Maybe because Romeo never even made a single move anymore. He was, she noticed, utterly still.
Time passed and she finally had the courage to turn around so very slowly and peek at him. She moved as quietly as she could. It took her a long while just to lie on her back. Roselle could not see him fully in the dark but she could see the outline of his shadow. Was he already asleep?
The fact that he never made a single move for a long while now made Roselle thought that he was probably asleep especially since he hadn't slept for the past four days. She finally let out a quiet but very long sigh of relief. Her mind began to wander back to their kiss again until she herself eventually fell asleep.
When her breathing was finally even and steady, Romeo's lashes flew open in the dark, eyes still as piercing as ever and not a hint of sleep could be seen clouding it. His head turned over and looked indulgingly at this wife of his. She was facing him, and her peaceful face was now in deep slumber.
A long drawn but quiet sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his hand and covered his eyes with the back of his palm. He was a little worried a while ago when he heard how nervous she was as he approached the bed. Her reactions made him unhappy and incredibly displeased because it seemed as if she was still uncomfortable and scared of him. But as he calmly thought about it, he understood why she'd feel uneasy and scared. He was a Werewolf after all. But when he recalled how she had responded to his kiss so beautifully, a slow smile curved on his lips that almost seemed a little wicked and he looked at her sleeping face again.
Before he knew it, his gaze was zoned in on her full lips. The delicious lips he had just recently and finally tasted. 'Goddamn,' he cursed within him when he realized his fingers were about to touch her slightly swollen lips. He rose and leaned against the headboard, pinching the skin between his brows lightly. It seemed he would not be able to restrain himself as easy as before anymore – now that he had finally tasted her.
"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah who was assigned to Roselle as her Butler was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle. The Butler was also a Werewolf but Roselle had gotten used to everyone of them. It was just a week that they got to Dacria that Roselle found this place more comfortable and the Werewolves here doesn't look like monsters she and every human calls them. Roselle who was about to take her seat halted but she forced a smile on her face to assure the butler. "It's alright, Elijah. There is no need to transfer places. I am fine with dining right here. It's not like this is the first time I'm going to eat alone," she replied when someone's voice echoed, pulling their attentions. "Would you mind if I join you, Lady Roselle?" Roselle whipped her head towards the source of the voice, and an elegant grey-haired lady
"He… he agreed?" Roselle's face was suddenly drained of all colour. However, her facial expressions did not change in the slightest. "I haven't met my husband or the prince yet, but it appeared this was what the council had concluded and decided on. If the prince had not given his consent, there would be no way that anyone could have made a move." "I see…" was all Roselle said. But her reaction was clear to the Duchess. It was obvious Roselle was affected and was even probably devastated, and heart broken, judging from the dispirited look in her eyes. This was not what the duchess had expected. Didn't she hate Romeo that she didn't even allow him to sleep with her in the same room? Rowena had heard that yesterday, the prince left the princess' room and slept somewhere else. Even the servants have started gossiping, saying that the princess must have kicked him out in the middle of the day. So, what was with her betrayed expression now? Could it be that they were missing out on an
Roselle ended up spending the entire time waiting up for Romeo in their room, sometimes pacing up and down, sometimes sitting on the bed in a daze – but he never did appear. She eventually fell into a troubled and fitful sleep, plagued with a painful and heavy heart. When she finally woke up, her gaze immediately fell to the empty side of their bed before she turned her head towards the window. It was already night. Though she slept, it felt as though she did not get any rest but suffered greater mental torture if it was even possible. A bitter smile curved on Roselle's lips. Her resigned heart could only conclude that he must have gone ahead and slept with those beautiful concubines of his. No matter how she tried to deny her feelings nor ignore it, the reality is that she hated how her heart squeezed in pain. A soft bitter chuckle escaped from her lips as she buried her face in her palms. She could not help but laugh because now that her husband finally did what she had been expec
Roselle stiffened at his words but she maintained her indifference. "Nothing happened." "Look at me, Rosella." He said firmly. And when Roselle refused to obey, Romeo took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and opened them again. "Don't make me repeat myself…" Roselle finally turned, and she could not believe that even at this moment, the stunning beauty of the man before her still could cause her breath to catch in her throat. Why does he have to be this bewitching? Trying her hardest to keep her emotion hidden from him, Roselle looked at him with emotionless eyes. The muscle in Romeo's cheek ticked along his jaw but he stayed very still for a long moment, as if he were having his very own internal battle within him while scrutinizing his wife's face. "Alright… I won't ask why you're acting like this anymore." His gaze softened. "Why don't you question me instead, wife? Won't you dig and find out the reason why I couldn't spend the day with you?" came his impossi
Romeo finally lifted his head from the thoughts of his maddening wife that were plaguing his mind and realized that no one else were in the room but the ladies who were with him. This made him narrow his eyes dangerously. The bolder one of the two women was already undressing in front of him. "Your Highness, we could tell you're in a very foul mood. Did your wife kick you out of your bed again? Do not worry, we are here to serve and please you, Your Highness." The other woman whispered to him as she caressed his chest seductively. "Let us help you relax." She added as the other woman approached him, naked. Romeo felt the rage he was trying so hard to suppress rapidly explode out of him. "Who gave you both the permission to do this!?" he snarled in a wintry, hostile voice. "Y-Your Highness, pl-please don't think about anything else and –" His eyes immediately burned red, and aura flamed outwards, causing the women to be knocked back a few steps and they even started to tremble just
"Evie…" Not knowing what to do, Romeo slowly lifted his hands and reverently touched her face, resting them below her ears. Her cheeks were icy cold it made his heart ache even more but what struck him the hardest were her tears. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracked a little and he then inched forward, erasing the space between them, he buried his face in her hair and held her, almost desperately. "I'm so sorry… this is a misunderstanding. Those ladies. I never allowed it. I never agreed. I didn't even know the duke had called them here." He explained as fast as he could. "Please. Don't cry. I was outside the castle since yesterday, surveying the frontlines in preparation for the war. It was so sudden as I received an urgent report informing that the crown prince was on his way here to siege the city. I only arrived a while ago and came straight to you." Roselle couldn't believe what she was hearing. The warmth of him as he hugged her so tightly, the desperate tone he was using, the crack
Shocked with utter embarrassment, Roselle automatically reached down and grabbed Romeo's hair to stop his face from reaching her most private area. Her face was as red as a cooked lobster as she looked down at him with wide-opened eyes. Romeo peeked up at her and his eyes glimmered more startlingly than usual. A hint of devious yet relaxed and hypnotic smile graced the corners of his mouth. Without averting his eyes from hers, he licked her inner thigh, causing Roselle to tremble and gasp again. Her hands on his head grasped onto his hair tighter and he took advantage of her disorientation, moving further towards his goal. His breath was hot as he trailed his searing tongue along her soft skin. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, wife." He said huskily, sounding as though he was soothing her with his mouth and tongue. "Open your legs for me, love…" he coaxed, and she did not know how she ended up doing so when he was not even holding her legs with his hands. She could feel him
Reluctantly, he finally eased away and pulled the blanket over her. He was about to stand when Roselle reached out and tugged on his robe. "Where… where are you going?" she asked, her face suddenly anxious as her fingers tightened on his robe without realisation. "I have an errand to take care of." He responded, as his gaze tilted towards the door and the commotion that was going on outside for a long while now. "Errand?" "Mm. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave again without telling you first." he smiled contentedly and kissed her forehead, causing her colour to rise again. "I'll come back as soon as I deal… as soon as I am done saying a few words to them." ... The duke and everyone else involved were waiting anxiously in the throne hall where it was silent and tense as they all stood before Romeo. When they were suddenly summoned by the prince with such an urgency, they could not help but feel threatened. Aside from his stubbornness, Prince Romeo had been a good and incredibl