192 - How Are You Feeling?
“This was the first place I tasted that poison and I thought it was baby medicine.”
Those words didn't help at all.
“I thought I would get pregnant,” he said with a chuckle.
“You are so ridiculous.” Her voice was laced with a chuckle and a kind of fear.
It sounded jittery.
That fear shouldn't be there, this was Valerick and not a stranger but she knew she had done things that deserved the existence of that fear, and so she stood still, her heart racing while she waited for what he would do.
“And you have some audacity to poison me.” His hands settled on her arms, while he pressed his face into her hair. “Some bravery to poison yourself too.” She could hear a smile in his voice.
This time she didn't speak, instead she bit her lips and stared ahead of her. She was hardly focusing on anything but him. She was filled with guilt. She could still hear how he had screamed with agony that night. Her poisoning him had made him weak so that when he attacked the dens, they had hurt him.
She was the reason he had to deal with that pain.
Of course, he wouldn't just forget that easily. The closeness they had the night of his return was just something in the moment.
Something must have changed from that night.
What had happened in those meetings he had attended? Had those Lords and Governor of the Province said something to Valerick to make him change towards her?
“You gulped down that bottle so fast.” He chuckled again, burying his nose into her hair, before pulling away slightly. Her body seemed to be working contrary to her mind and while her heart was racing in fear, the bond between them blossomed with happiness at their shared contact. Sparks flew through her veins and the weight of the pregnancy felt lessened, almost like it wasn't even there. “By the way, that was how I found out. The test results. Your poison was useless on me, you can ease your guilt.”
She frowned, and turned to him. If her words weren't already on the tip of her tongue, the look in his eyes would have made her go still.
They promised only sinful things.
“But you were screaming that night—”
“It was the Den.” Well, that still sounded like it was her fault. “I fought with one that reminded me of my father.” His grip around her arms increased and he smiled. “Knowing about your betrayal just added to it.”
“I’m sorry.” She looked away. “Things didn't go as I planned.”
“Your plan of killing me?” He hummed, his voice low, as his hands slipped lower down her arms.
“No–” Her words vanished when she felt his hands over her breasts. She turned to look at him abruptly. It had been forever since this kind of contact had existed between them. She didn't know what to think of it, but the feelings that came with it weren't something she could think through. His first rain scent filled her lungs and she breathed him in hungrily. “---not that.”
“What then?” He whispered, his lips hovering over her ear. Zezi watched as he pulled the tiny strings of the purple silk nightdress off her shoulders, and pulled the wet dress lower and lower and lower…
“Some other—” her voice stopped with a hitch, her eyelids fluttering close immediately, her heart racing as Valerick hands fondled her breasts and brushed over her taut nipples, her night dress floating around in front of her in the water.
Her eyes opened sharply, flashing between blue and black as she took in a deep breath.
She could feel butterflies in her stomach, almost like they were real. She just hoped those fluttering creatures wouldn't disturb her babies.
She shook her head, trying to think straight and not think of the way her core ached with the need for pleasure.
“It doesn't matter. It didn't work out.” The words rushed out of her mouth in a raspy whisper.
“Of course, it didn't.” He chuckled, pressing the sound into the pores of her skin, trapping a small part of it between his fangs.
She jolted, a moan slipping past her lips as goosebumps took over her skin.
No. By the Moon, she was supposed to be thinking straight!
“Your breasts are fuller.”
She bit her lips to remain focused, to not be swayed by the hungry groan that rumbled through him, what his hands were doing to her or how his fangs delivered torturous bites to her neck.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hmm.”
She looked back at him but he was looking down on her, not her eyes but on his hand that went down her body and disappeared into the water.
“I can listen to your heart racing forever.”
“Vale—”
“What are you sorry for?”
She could feel his hand on her thighs, slipping in-between them while the other held her to him by her waist as he tried to work around her baby bump, the evidence of his desire pressed against her.
“Ev– everything. Ah—” A finger slipped through her folds and her vision became dotted with desire. She held onto the hard frame that surrounded the pool.
“You are forgiven.” She turned to look at her, a plea in her eyes. She was begging for something, something only he could give her. “Let's not keep secrets from each other any longer. You are my Queen, we rule Lavida together.”
“I thought I was no longer your Queen.” It was a surprise she could even speak. She could hear the gentle trickling of the water, knowing fully well what was going on beneath.
Feeling every torturous stroke.
“I was angry.” His voice was husky with a restrained need. “Of course I said many things. And will you blame me? You wanted to kill me.”
Their gazes locked, the tension between them felt consuming.
“Forget about that, Zezi.” His hand moved from her waist and curled around her neck. “You should ask me how I feel right now.”
“How are you feeling?”
She watched those black web lines that she was now more than familiar with, spread like spilled ink beneath his skin, curling up his neck, to his face, his fangs elongating. When he spoke his voice was rough and low, fanning a furnace of desire in her.
“Starved but that is about to change.”
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