Chapter 36

While waiting for her to come his hands began to sweat and his heart hammered against his ribs. He was nervous. Why?
"Lucian." She was here, calling his name in a way that made him feel weak.
Now he knew why he was nervous. He couldn't resist her. He wanted to be mean to her, he wanted to hate her but as he looked at her face, his mother's face all he wanted was for her to hug him. And why did her sad expression pain him?
"You came." He managed to say.
"Now that I can, I'll come anytime you call me."
Lucian's eyes darted around the room unable to look at his mother. "My wife would like for you to stay with her. That's if you want to." He said avoiding to meet her gaze.
"Of course. I would love to stay." She said with a smile.
Lucian couldn't deny the joy he felt that she was staying. He shouldn't be happy about it but he was. Bothered by his feelings he decided to leave.
"Lucian." Her voice made him stop in his tracks.
He turned to her, "Yes."
Her eyes teared up. "Thank you." She croaked. "And I am sorry for being a horrible mother, and..."
"Why would a horrible mother name me Lucian?"
Lucian was surprised by his own question. It sounded as if he was defending her. Nyx seemed surprised as well.
"Lucian...it means light." She began. "I was right to give you that name. It suits you very well." She smiled sadly. "Your kind heart is the light."
"I am only being kind because my wife likes you." He said.
Was he convincing her or himself?
She nodded. "You love her a lot."
"Yes."
"Then I will take very good care of her."
Lucian nodded. "Make yourself at home." He said and left the room quickly.
Once he went back to his chamber he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He felt like his heart would burst. Why was he being kind to her? And those sad eyes of hers, they bothered him. Why was she hurting when he should be the one hurting?
The fresh scent of Hazel interrupted his thoughts. She came into the room, wet and wrapped in a towel with Ylva trailing behind. Once she took notice of him a frown settled on her face.
"You may leave." She told Ylva and then came to bed and sat next to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
Lucian shook his head. "Nothing."
"You look pale and..." She touched his forehead. "you are sweating. Are you ill?"
He shook his head again but he did feel ill. His mother made him feel defeated. He didn't know what to do. All the anger and pain he had kept inside, he thought he would take it out on her but instead, it was all still kept inside and it was suffocating him.
"Can you hold me for a while?" he asked.
Hazel leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him. Lucian buried his face in the crook of her neck, finding comfort in her sweet scent and the warmth of her closeness.
This woman, his wife, his life and his love. She was the cure to all his pain.
"Good morning!"
Klara was stretching in her bed and yawning loudly when she heard Roshan's voice coming from nearby. Panicking she sat up hastily on her bed. Roshan was sitting at her table while holding a newspaper in his hands. Klara could smell freshly made tea and bread before she looked at the table and found that breakfast was already served.
"You are still here?" She whispered surprised.
He looked up from his newspaper. "Yes. Why would I leave when I could have a royal breakfast."
Klara got out of bed quickly, slipped into her slippers and walked up to him. "Who served you breakfast?" She asked anxiously.
"Your servants." He replied relaxed.
Klara hit herself on the forehead which made Roshan chuckle.
"Are you insane?! How could you show yourself?" She scolded.
"Ah...about that. Don't worry, I manipulated everyone." He winked.
Someone knocked on the door and soon a maid came in. "My lord, here is your coffee. I made it strong just the way you like it." She smiled putting the tray on the table.
"Thank you." He smiled at her charmingly making a blush creep to her cheeks. "Would you like coffee or tea?" He then asked turning to Klara.
Klara kept staring at the maid dumbfounded. Why was the maid not asking questions about who this man was? Was Roshan that great at manipulating people?
When she said nothing Roshan waved his hand in dismissal and the maid left.
Klara turned to Roshan. "Can you do that? I mean who does she think you are?"
"No one in particular. I just made her believe that I am someone she had always been serving." He said wrapping the newspaper and tossing it aside on the table before standing up.
"Are you leaving?" Klara hurried to ask.
Roshan was glad to see that she didn't want him to leave. He walked up to her and put his hand lightly on her cheek. She had been torturing him the whole night so he needed some time alone, besides he had things to take care of.
"Yes I have some things do to, but I'll be back." He assured her. "By the way, you look cute when you snore."
He had been watching her the whole night while she turned back and forth while heavy grunting sounds came from her mouth. He never thought that he would find such sounds endearing.
"I don't snore!" She said as her cheeks flushed.
He grabbed her face between his hands. "You do princess, but don't worry I won't tell anyone about it." He teased her.
She gave him a hard glare. "You annoy me, Roshan."
"And you delight me." He placed a kiss on her cheek and looked at her face one last time before he left.
Roshan arrived at Decresh, more specifically in the throne hall where Lucian just recently got crowned.
"What are you doing here?" Lucian's voice came from behind.
Roshan wondered the same thing. He couldn't understand why he agreed to help Lucian. He hated the man for breaking Klara's heart yet he was thankful.
Lucifer had asked Roshan to help Lucian understand his powers and become stronger. Roshan could have denied his request since he had already paid his debt but knowing what Lucifer and Irene endured all these years he wanted to help. Not for Lucian's sake but for his parent's sake.
"Just as I came here easily other demons can too," Roshan spoke without turning to him.
"I was waiting for you."
Now Roshan had to turn around and look at him. "I thought you didn't want my help?" He asked.
"I don't want to but I need your help. My wife is pregnant and I want to protect my family." Lucian explained.
Of course. Nothing was stronger than the need of a demon to protect his mate.
"Then maybe you should introduce me to everyone since I'll be spending a lot of time here," Roshan suggested.
Lucian introduced Roshan to his men as someone who would guide and train them. Roshan took his time to study each one of them. He wanted to get rid of anyone who thought of betraying Lucian but he also wanted to find a few very trustful ones.
The one who followed Lucian everywhere seemed like someone who could be trusted with a secret.
"That man can be trusted." Roshan nodded toward Lincoln.
"I know," Lucian said.
"I mean, he can really be trusted."
Lucian narrowed his gaze. "You want me to tell him that I am a demon?"
"And a witch. Just in case." Roshan added.
"Do I have to tell him?"
"As a king, you need to have people who are going to be by your side no matter what. If he can't handle it then he is just not the right person. But believe me, he can. I am good at reading people." Roshan explained.
Lucian was thoughtful for a while but then he made his decision. He called Lincoln into a separate room and they sat in silence for a while. Roshan was begging to get impatient so he took charge.
"So...Lucian called you here to tell you that he, in fact, is the devil's son," Roshan said it as a simple fact.
Lincoln didn't blink but his expression turned into one of confusion. "What?"
"And he is also half-witch. And since demons and witches are enemies and Lucian is both, he is everyone's enemy." Roshan continued.
Lincoln turned to Lucian. "Your Majesty, what is this man talking about?"
"Also, I am not a man. I am a demon." Roshan corrected.
Lincoln kept looking at Lucian for confirmation. Lucian nodded. "It's true."
Instead of looking surprised Lincoln seemed concerned by the fact. "When did you find out?" He asked.
"After I died. I came back to life." Lucian explained.
Lincoln nodded as a deep frown settled on his face while finally putting the pieces together. Roshan knew that Lincoln had already suspected that something was different about Lucian otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stay so calm.
"Are you under some kind of threat now?" Lincoln asked.
Roshan liked this man. He was quick.
"The witches and demons will try to harm him. I have the demons under control for know but anything can happen. It's good to be prepared."
Lincoln nodded, still concerned. He had a lot of speculations going on in his mind and it would take him some time to get used to the new information.
"Lincoln. I'll tell you everything eventually." Lucian assured him.
Roshan could see that Lucian cared for Lincoln. It was good to see that he at least had someone by his side all those years.
The rest of the day he spent observing for the most part. He wanted to see how Lucians men worked, which of them he could trust and which of them to depose. Roshan noted that Lucians men were trustworthy but not all of them could handle his secret. He had to find some tough ones.
There were two men, in particular, that caught his attention and he took them separately to the side.
"Your names?" He asked.
"I am Martin, My Lord."
"And I am Declan."
Roshan nodded. They were tough but not as much as Lincoln. He would have to tell them gradually or drop hints.
Roshan continued with his search, walking around the castle and observing the soldiers as they did their daily tasks. While on his search he came across Hazel in the hall. She had two guards trailing behind her.
"Roshan?" She seemed surprised. "How come you are here?"
"My Lady," He took her hands and kissed her knuckles. "I heard the news. Congratulation."
"Thank you. When did you come here?"
"I have been here for a while."
"Oh. Did you have something to eat or drink?" She asked.
"No. Your husband lacks hospitality." He smiled.
"I am sorry about that. Why don't you have some tea or coffee with me?" She asked.
"Coffee sounds good."
Roshan and Hazel sat in the garden where they had some hot coffee served.
"Lucian told me that you are his cousin," Hazel spoke starting the conversation.
"Yes."
"You don't look like him?"
Roshan took a sip from his coffee. "The strongest demons agreed to settle in different empires where they could rule. After living there for centuries they developed the same appearance as the resident people to blend in. My father settled in the Persian empire where I was born and that's why I look like this. Of course, as a demon, I could change my appearance but that would only be considered a disguise." He explained.
Hazel nodded thoughtfully. "I am glad he has you." She then smiled.
At this Roshan paused. He had never thought of Lucian as a cousin or as a friend. He was just here to help and then leave.
"How is Klara doing?"
Why would she think that he knew how Klara was doing?
"She is fine." He replied shortly.
Hazel nodded but it seemed that she wanted to know more.
"Do you consider her a friend?" Roshan asked.
He hoped she would because he knew Klara did.
Hazel nodded. "But I don't think she likes me much?"
"If that is the impression you get then she likes you. She is usually bitter toward people she likes." He told her.
Hazel chuckled in agreement.
Roshan stood up from his seat. "My Lady, I should keep going. Thank you for the coffee and the company."
"You are welcome to visit anytime." She smiled at him.
Roshan bowed and left. On his way out he took a closer look at Hazel's guards who were waiting outside. One of them, the taller one with short brown hair, dark eyes, and an angular face radiated power and confidence.
Roshan walked up to him to take a closer look. The man looked back at him suspiciously as if he knew what he was. Curious, Roshan went into the guard's head to see what he was thinking and found out that the man suspected him to be what Lucian was. But what was Lucian? That, the man wasn't sure of.
Demons had a different aura but only a few people were smart enough to actually pay attention to it. Most people ignored it while getting too caught up in their appearance.
"What's your name?" Roshan asked.
"My name is Callum, My Lord."
Roshan nodded with satisfaction. This man would be able to handle their secret. Now he had enough men. He didn't want all too many to know. Just a few who could guide and influence the rest and four would be enough. Lincoln, Martin, Declan, and Callum. This would do for now.
At the moment he wanted to leave quickly so that he could go back to Klara.
"I'll be leaving now." He informed Lucian who seemed busy going through some papers.
"Why don't you have dinner before you leave?" Lucian asked without looking up.
"You feed me now when you starved me the whole day?"
"I was busy, besides you have already made yourself at home. I don't see you as someone who seeks permission to do things."
"You are right." Roshan nodded. "I made myself at home and had a delicious cup of coffee with your wife."
Now Lucian looked up and shot him a hard glare. Roshan knew how to catch a demon's attention. Just name his mate and he will burn with jealousy.
"What? I can't have a cup of coffee with your wife?" Roshan asked raising a brow.
Lucian stood up from his seat and strode toward him. When they stood face to face he looked him in the eyes. "Next time you want to have a delicious cup of coffee with my wife, make sure to at least drink three cups because they will be your last ones."
The man knew how to make threats. At least he wouldn't have to teach him that part.
Roshan placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "Don't make threats you can't keep, brother."
Klara lay on the grass under the starry night sky. Something she thought she would never do. The stars and the moon brought back memories of her mother. Klara could still clearly remember how her mother used to sing to her lullabies while they watched the stars. But it was also under those stars that her mother got killed. Just as clearly as she remembered the sound of her mother's singing she remembered her screams as well.
Her mother, a brave woman with a big heart had hidden Klara, Astrid, and Rasmus under the ground when they got attacked.
"Stay here and don't come out no matter what happens." Her mother had warned them. "Rasmus, take care of your sisters."
Then with muffled cried Klara and her sibling watched their mother fight big scary-looking men through a narrow slit between the wooden planks of the floor.
If it wasn't for Rasmus who covered their eyes with his hands Klara and Astrid would have witnessed when their mother got stabbed to death. Seeing her lifeless body laying in a pool of blood was already a memory painful enough.
Klara remembered dragging her mother's lifeless body and burying it together with her siblings while tears fell down her cheeks. She was a child and couldn't understand why they had to put her mother under the ground but her brother told her that she would find peace that way, and be able to move on to next life.
"Will she not stay with us anymore?" Klara had asked.
"Maybe if she comes back as a bird she will sing for us and if she becomes a star she will watch over us. Maybe she is already one of the stars up there." Rasmus pointed at the sky.
This was the reason Klara could never hate her brother despite his outrageous behavior. She could understand why he behaved the way he did. He had witnessed not only one but both their parent's death and despite all the pain, he managed to take care of them well. In their darkest times, he was the one who comforted her and Astrid. Klara could never pay him back for all he did.
She looked at the stars again. If her mother was one of them then she wished the sun would never rise again.
"Klara."
Startled she turned her head and looked at Roshan who lay next to her. She had almost forgotten about him.
Oh lord, he probably heard her thoughts. Klara hated to speak of those things so she hoped he wouldn't ask.
"Maybe we should go back." She suggested sitting up.
Roshan had been kind and taken her out. They rode through beautiful landscaped, visited the city and now they lay on the grass next to a river. The sound of the water combined with the soft night breeze was calming. She wanted to stay a bit longer so why did she suggest to leave?
Roshan rested his head on his hands and watched the sky. "Or maybe we could stay a little while longer." He spoke.
Klara lay back again in silence. At least he wasn't asking.
"I spoke to Hazel yesterday. She asked how you were doing. I told her you were fine."
"You were in Decresh? Why?"
"I am helping Lucian with a few things." He explained.
Klara nodded. "How is he doing?" Becoming a King after all the war could not be easy.
"He is doing well so far."
"How is Hazel?" For some reason, that woman made her worry.
"She is pregnant."
Preg...nant?
Pregnant!
"What?! Really? When?" Klara sat up again and looked back at Roshan.
Roshan chuckled. "You seem more excited than her."
She was. Wait! Why would she be?!
"No, I was just surprised." She said trying to calm herself down and lay back again.
Hazel was pregnant! Just a few months ago she would have died of jealousy but now for some odd reason, she felt excited like Roshan said. Klara loved children. She already longed to become a mother, but that would probably not happen anytime soon. Her brother would never allow her to be with Roshan so why was she staying with a man she could not be with?
Did she want to get heartbroken once again?
Klara stood up quickly "I should go back home." She said.
Roshan took her back home without any questions. Once they arrived she was still in his arms and he didn't let go of her.
"I won't let you get heartbroken." He promised. "I'll speak to your brother."
Klara shook her head. "No! Don't! You don't know my brother."
Her brother would only marry her off to either a man with a powerful position or a very wealthy man. Rasmus believed that money and power meant protection and he wanted to protect her more than anything.
Roshan grabbed her face between his hand. "Klara. Do you want to be with me? Forever."
She nodded.
"Then trust me and don't worry about anything anymore. Now that you are mine, I'll take care of the rest. I'll take care of you."
Klara nodded again lost in his eyes and her heart melting at his words. Normally she would've hated if someone calling her "mine" but this man, she wanted to belong to him. She felt strangely safe in his arms.
"Goodnight then. " He said grabbing her chin and kissing her forehead.
"Won't you stay here?" She asked.
"I am a demon Klara. We are not very good at controlling ourselves. You will be safer without me tonight."
Klara shook her head. "I feel safer with you."
If she only knew. Roshan's blood was on fire. He had been controlling himself for too long especially after a night of torture in her bed. All he wanted to do now was push her on the bed behind and fulfill all of his fantasies.
"Klara..." He wanted to protest but she put a finger on his lips.
"You said you would take care of me." She whispered.
He knew she didn't mean what he was thinking because the way he was thinking of taking care of her was sinister.
"I don't want to be alone tonight." She admitted looking down.
She was recalling the memories of her mother from earlier. Roshan never thought that a starry night sky could make someone so sad. But everyone had scars, no matter how perfect their life seemed.
"Why don't you go and change. I'll wait for you in bed." He suggested.
Klara nodded and hurried away relieved.
Roshan lay comfortably in Klara's bed and waited while she changed. Again, he could feel how his demon was crawling to the surface and urging him to let go of his control and satisfy his needs.
Roshan shut his eyes tightly fighting back his urges but it wasn't helping that he was in her room, laying in her bed where her sweet scent lingered. It wasn't helping that the lights were dimmed either and that she just walked into the room wearing a light pink nightgown that complimented her fair skin. This woman was driving him mad.
With a smile, Klara went to the dresser picked up a hairband and tied her hair revealing her long slender neck. Roshan's felt his gums itch badly and tried to focus on something else to calm himself down.
"Did you wait too long? I did my best to change quickly." She smiled while climbing up on the bed.
Roshan stretched out his arm for her to lay one. She rested her head on his arm and he pulled her closer.
"No. You changed quickly."
"Good." She mumbled snuggling against him.
Roshan could feel her hot breath on his neck and then slowly she inhaled his scent. She thought he smelled good and she liked his body next to hers. Her train of thoughts tempted him even more than his own.
"Do I really snore?" She suddenly asked.
"Yes."
"Is it loud?"
"No. It's endearing." He said
She went quiet for a moment. "Roshan?"
"Yes."
"I am...scared. I don't want to lose anyone anymore." Her voice trembled.
Roshan was surprised by her confession. He knew she was someone who never admitted or showed anyone her doubts and fears. He was glad she was opening up to him.
"I won't let you lose anyone. I'll convince your brother. You won't have to lose any of us." He promised.
Normally he would have just manipulated her brother but Roshan knew how much Klara cared for him so he would try his best to convince him without any tricks.
Klara pushed herself up on an elbow, leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. Roshan stiffened not expecting what happened. The self-control he had been holding onto so tightly snapped at that moment.
Klara pulled away quickly, her eyes darted around. She, herself seemed surprised by her own behavior. She had begged him to stay, snuggled against him and now she kissed him. What if he thought that she was trying to seduce him?
"I..." She didn't know what to say.
Roshan grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down placing her under his body. "You shouldn't have done that." He said.
"No!" Klara shot her eyes wide open and her heart jumped inside her chest.
Quickly, her hand flew to her neck and she let out a sigh of relief when she realized that it was only a dream. In the dream, Roshan had bitten her against her will. Was it maybe because of what happened last night?
Klara had seen Roshan's eyes turn a dark red and his fangs elongate.
"You shouldn't have done that." He told her and then leaned into her neck.
Klara had stiffened in fear. It wasn't that she was scared of him, she was just scared of the bite. She couldn't yet comprehend how someone who looked just like a human could bite another one.
Roshan had sensed her fear pulling back from her and out of the bed. "I don't think I can stay here tonight. I told you. You are safer without me."
Klara couldn't understand what made Roshan suddenly react that way. It couldn't be her kiss, could it?
Still confused she got out of bed. While getting ready for the day Astrid came by.
"Did you know that the king of Trevish declared war against us?" Astrid asked as she made herself comfortable in Klara's bed.
Klara turned in her chair. "No. Why?!"
"Clearly Rasmus threatened to take over their Kingdom so their king got mad and wanted to show his power," Astrid explained.
"Trevish is a powerful kingdom. Why would brother do that?" Klara was confused.
She knew her brother could sometimes get power-hungry but he was always strategic. This seemed like a stupid move.
"I am sure Rasmus has some plan. Like a powerful ally or something." Klara said with hope.
"Trevish has many allies as well and since they declared war first I am sure their King has a secret weapon".
Astrid was right. Klara needed to speak to her brother.
Once the maids finished preparing her she made her way to the throne hall where Rasmus was speaking to some generals.
"Excuse us for a while. I need to speak to His Majesty alone." Klara spoke.
Rasmus motioned for the generals to leave and once they were alone Klara gave her brother a hard glare.
"What have you done now?" She asked accusingly.
"I have done nothing sweet sister. I really don't know why Trevish declared war against us, besides that man always wanted to have my kingdom."
"So he is the one who wants your kingdom and not the other way round?" Klara crossed her arms over her chest.
"Of course it's the other way round as well. Our lands are too close. Sooner or later on of us will rule over the other. So, I have been thinking of taking the first step but I guess I am too late." Rasmus explained.
Klara sighed. She didn't like war. Her people would suffer but she didn't want someone else to rule over them either because then they would suffer even more.
"What do we do now?"
"I need a very powerful ally. This time it's not only about winning the war, but it's also about taking over a kingdom." Her brother said thoughtfully.
"And where do we get such an ally?"
"That, I am not sure."
Klara spent the rest of the day planning for war and trying to find an ally willing to help. She couldn't say she missed it but she missed her men. What she couldn't understand is why they always seemed excited to go on war. Did they not care about their lives or what would happen to their families if they died?
Tired after a whole day of planning she went back to her room. Her maids helped her change to her nightgown and prepare for sleep. As she lay comfortable on her bed she thought of Roshan. Would he come tonight? Were things alright between them or did something she was unaware of happen last night?
"Roshan." She whispered his name in the darkness as if he would hear her.
Strange she thought. But even stranger was that he actually came just after she called his name.
"Klara." His voice came from behind.
Klara sat up on the bed and turned so that she could face him.
Roshan stood in the dim light, only half of his face visible and the other half was hidden behind the shadows. Klara didn't know why having him in her room, in the dark made her heart race.
All of a sudden she felt as though she could not speak.
Roshan walked slowly toward her bed until she could see his whole face. He gazed at her just the way he did in her dream, eyes filled with l.u.s.t.
"I am not sure if I should be here at night?" He spoke.
"Why?" She whispered.
"At night, my demon awakens."
Klara wasn't sure what he meant by that but it didn't sound good.
"I almost bit you last night. I told you I wouldn't but I wanted to so badly. If I stay I might break my promise." He continued.
"But you stayed with me many times before without biting me." Klara didn't want him to leave.
"The more I stay with you, the more I want you."
She could relate to that. She wanted him more as well.
His eyes darkened. "Then do you want me to stay?" He asked.
"Will you bite me?"
"I might." He warned. "You should tell me to leave if you aren't ready."
Klara studied him for a while weighing her options. For some reason, she trusted that he wouldn't bite her if she didn't want to.
"Stay." She whispered.
Roshan watched her for a moment before taking off his coat and crawling into her bed. Klara grabbed the sheets around her tightly, suddenly feeling like prey from the way he looked at her.
Roshan's hands slid under the sheets, grabbing her ankles he pulled her across the bed against him.
Klara gasped as she fell back on the bed and her dress slid above her knees. "Roshan!"
She tried to pull her dress down but Roshan grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head.
"Do you trust so easily even after I told you what I wanted to do to you?" He asked his face close to hers.
"You told me to trust you." She breathed.
"I didn't know you were so obedient." He leaned down burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Klara stiffened feeling every muscle in her body tense.
"Relax. If you are going to trust me then trust me all the way." He spoke next to her ear.
Klara tried to relax but her body refused to listen.
Roshan pulled back and gazed into her eyes. There was no fear in them, which meant that she was only nervous. Letting go of her wrists he let his fingers trail down her arms and to her face.
Klara closed her eyes as Roshan's fingers softly moved across her face, tracing her lips they continued further down her neck.
Her body grew hot under his touch and her muscles slowly relaxed. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her with admiration. She knew very well that she was beautiful but she never felt more desirable than at this moment. The way he undressed her with his eyes made her body flush.
Roshan's hands slide to her shoulders, pulling her nightgown off each shoulder and down her arms slowly. Klara shut her eyes tightly this time as she felt her gown sliding down her b.r.e.a.s.ts. She had never been n.a.k.e.d in front of a man before.
Roshan stopped when he felt her tense again. Instead, he leaned down and pressed soft kisses across her collarbone and up her neck and jaw until he could feel her relax again. Then he captured her mouth with his in a gentle kiss.
Klara sighed into his mouth, her hands instinctively moving to the back of his head as he deepened the kiss. She pulled him closer, feeling his hard body against hers. Roshan trailed kisses down her jaw and nipped at her throat. His hands slid under her gown caressing her thighs while pulling her dress up.
He kissed a path down her chest and stomach and even though it was through the thin fabric of her gown, Klara could feel the heat of his lips, making her body ache for his.
Roshan moved further down, prying her legs apart he kissed the tender skin of her inner thighs. Klara's muscles tensed again but not in an uncomfortable way. Her back arched as his lips sensually played over the sensitive skin.
She held onto his hair as he slowly moved up and kissed her hip and then further up to her stomach. Klara felt shy being half-n.a.k.e.d but she was so inflamed by his touches and kisses that she ignored every other feeling.
Roshan paused and drew back. He knew she wasn't very comfortable being n.a.k.e.d so he thought of undressing first.
Unbuttoning his shirt swiftly, he tossed it aside. Klara's mouth fell open as her gaze fell on his torso. This man was perfection and she wanted to feel his body with her hands. She knew she was staring but she couldn't stop until he began to unbutton his pants. Klara averted her gaze quickly, looking up at the ceiling instead while her cheeks burned.