CHAPTER 112: TO BE CARED FOR

He can’t be serious. On second thought, he was, given the way he looked at me.

Oh my... I may have caused an unintentional effect. His bulge at my heat was so close to the point I was grateful for my nightdress, but it’s far too short. This wasn’t skin to skin, but the chills on my body told me it affected me just as much.

I cleared my throat. "Are you crazy or something? Saying such words. Maybe you have lost it."

"Yes, I have for you," he replied unashamed, burying his face in my neck.

My cheeks burned, but I remained still. Trying to decide what action I should take, but I can’t think of anything else at the moment.

"You’re too clingy," I mumbled.

"Is that a bad thing?"

I shivered as the sound of his deep, masculine voice jolted through my body. Gosh! It was always something else with this man, to the point I couldn’t control the way my traitorous body felt.

The itch to move my waist just to feel more of him up my entrance, I’m tempted to do it, but his words snapped me out of it.

"About Sloane. There is nothing to worry about her, my little wife. She came to me to apologise for what transpired during your trial."

I pushed against his chest so that I could see his face. "And you believed her?"

"I wasn’t paying much attention given that I was distracted."

Ouch. Poor Sloane.

And then an idea flavored my mind, and I grinned.

"Demand she comes back to the castle."

"Why?"

"Don’t you see, with your mother’s influence, she could waltz into your ball and it’s not seen as going against your decree, I’m sure she will be in the castle in no time."

"Hmm..." Drevon mumbled. "But that’s too risky, little wife. Don’t you think so?"

"I haven’t finished."

"Go on." He buried his face in my neck again.

Ugh!

"S-Summon her back to the castle to give an official apology to me," I smirked. "Knowing Sloane, she will be thrilled about your summon, but imagine the shock when she finds out why."

"And then what?"

"When she’s forced to apologize to a human, that is when her downfall will begin."

Drevon wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"Drevon..." I whined, trying to push him off me, but this beast must have drunk something because he wasn’t freeing me.

"Shouldn’t you attend court?"

"The court can wait."

Does this mean it will be like this the whole day? It wasn’t such bad idea, but I don’t think I can handle the sight of this massive man sticking close to me like a second skin.

I squirmed, but that was a mistake on my part. His bulge just increased in size.

"Little wife, I’m trying my best not to acknowledge what’s happening in my pants."

"I-I’m not doing anything! I’m just trying to get you off!"

"Are you sure about that?"

I gasped when his hand swiftly glided to my thigh, straight to my center, fingers rubbing against me.

"Then why are you wet?"

"It’s a natural effect! Just like your cock!"

He laughed softly, keeping his hand at that spot, and I locked my knees, shuddering in breath.

"If you say so," he murmured to my ear before suddenly rising from the bed.

I panicked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Time for a bath."

"P-Put me down."

But Drevon didn’t listen until we were in the bathing chamber. He placed me on the plush chair near the window, walking to the grand oval tub and dipping his hand to check the temperature.

Did he draw the bath earlier?

He nodded and walked back to me, taking his linen shirt off. I can never get used to this, this man was too much!

He proceeded to take the buckle off his pants and remove them. Now bare, he came close, and I did my best to ignore the swinging snake between his legs, completely in attack mode.

"Raise your hands."

"Why?"

"Relax, Eloise, I simply want to bathe you. I know it’s not cheat day or is it?"

"N-No!"

He smiled and said more softly. "Raise your hands."

I did, and my pulse raced when his hand glided to my side, dropping to my thighs, following the rim of my nightdress.

I thought he would shred through it and take me right there on the chair because of the way he looked at me with such feral vehemence.

But he licked his bottom lip and pulled the nightdress off me.

I was naked before him, the cool air kissing my body, causing goosebumps to rise, my nipples going painfully hard.

Drevon’s eyes were on me hotly, burning through every birthmark and inch of me, before pinning on my face where they lingered, a soft look in his eyes, doused in daze.

He leaned close and I thought he’d kiss me, but he picked me up and walked to the tub, he dipped in with me, adjusting so that we both sat within, my back to his chest.

The water was the perfect temperature, warm, and exactly what my body needed.

Drevon used the soft, small towel on my body as he washed me, taking his time.

I bit my lip when the towel caressed against my breast, softly. I moaned.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

"That’s nice to hear." His hand lowered to my stomach.

"Drevon..."

"Just relax, my little wife. I’m just trying to wash you up."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, trying my best to somehow control myself, but it was all torturous as Drevon took his time to clean every inch of me.

He applied some scented oil shampoo to my hair and massaged it.

"Your hair is even more beautiful," he murmured, taking his time to rub my scalp, and I think I slept through the process.

I have never felt more taken care of in my entire life.