190 - Poisonous Darling
She tore her gaze away from his own immediately. “You are alive. Good.” She nodded, as nonchalantly as she could with the emotions that clogged her throat, threatening to rip it open and lay all her emotions vulnerable right in front of him.
Then she stepped further into the room and headed for the small table by his bedside. The table was close to where he was seated and it was hard to keep her attention away from him.
The tension that stretched between them was one that forcefully made its presence known. His scent flooded her lungs and she lingered a second longer within this space because of it. She could feel tears hurting her throat once again.
“I just came here to drop this,” the bottle clicked gently against the glass surface of the table. Before she would straight up and turn away, Nicholas hand went over her neck and pulled her face to him, slamming her lips against hers in a possessive and hungry kiss.
Everything happened so fast.
In a swift movement, he had her back against the bed, his lips still pressed against hers; rough and demanding.
She pulled away from under him quickly, staggering two steps back.
“Nicholas!”
His eyes were filled with mischief and glee. “You taste just the way I remember, Irysi.” He fisted his hands into the bed, trying to ignore the pain that his wound was sending to his brain due to his recent strenuous activity.
“You are not allowed to kiss me again.”
“Why not?” He rose to his feet slowly, ensuring to hold her gaze. Irysi was just as tall as he was, it should be easy to pull her in with either hand- injured or not- and kiss her again.
“You know why.”
“I don't. You are mate, it is only right that—”
“I will not let you die just because you can't stay away from me!” She snapped, her lips still throbbing from their kiss. The spark still flying between them, her body punishing her with the pain after pleasure for not continuing and ensuring that the Mating process was completed.
“By the Blood, Irysi, that is my choice to make! Stop making it for me.”
She frowned, and folded her arms across her chest. Something weary flickered in her eyes, this wasn't their first time having this kind of argument but it might be their last.
Something about that weighed against her dead heart.
“Irysi,” his voice softened as he brushed his hand through his curly hair. She wondered if it would still feel just like she remembered it. She dug her claws into her palms to stop this ache of wanting to touch him.
It did not work.
“You cannot dictate how I live or intend to die.” Then his eyes were filled with pleading.
Weak.
She gulped.
He knew how much that affected her.
“Stay with me tonight, Irysi.” He rested his head against her shoulder. “I’m injured, alone, weak. Hmmm, I need you. Will you take care of this injured soldier, Doctor?” He asked in a purr, his voice low, rough and begging. “Hold me, Darling. I’m cold.”
He held her hands, directing them to go around him in an embrace but she forced them to drop by her sides instead, killing the urge to give him and further fueling his delusion that they could ever be together.
This was already enough punishment. To have him this close and yet… still…
“I’m leaving back for the Province at the break of Dawn.”
He pulled his head away from her shoulder and looked at her. He didn't even have to speak, she could see the questions in his eyes.
“My people need me.”
“Leave when I have healed so I can go after you.”
“Like you always do?” She asked with a smile that had lost its humour.
He nodded, his gaze concealed. “Like I always do.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No! It will not be possible this time, Doctor.”
“Doctor?” He was taken apart by that and he didn't hide it.
“I pronounced a ban on you and you can't gain entry into the Right Province any longer.”
“A banishment?!” Finally rage took over his face. “That is ridiculous, Irysi, I have committed no crimes.”
“It is for your own good!”
He balled his as he paced back and forth in front of her.
“How could you do this to me?” He rushed forward and held her face between his palms in urgency, tears forming in his eyes as his eyeballs danced in their sockets to search her own. “You know I will lose my mind without you? I will go crazy.” He slipped to his knees, hugging her legs as she tried to free herself of his hold over her mentally and physically. It was getting harder and harder not to cry and she didn't want to cry in front of him.
“Darling, please have mercy on me. Don't be so wicked to me, please. I will go insane!”
“But you will live and that is all that matters!” She bit her lower lip, suppressing her tears once again. “Let me go, Nicholas.”
“Don't do this to me.”
“It has already been done.” He looked up sharply at. “The King has signed it and the declaration has been made.”
Nicholas rose to his feet, more determination in his eyes than before. “No! I will appeal this. I will go to the King and he will listen to my side and lift the ban. This will not last. Mark my words.” He turned away from her towards the door and she held his hand to stop him.
“You can't do that.”
“I have—” He stole her words away with his lips again but this time pain yanked him away, dragged him to his feet and drew blood from his eyes.
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