A knock came at the door and Eli straightened up.That only meant one thing. His messenger had returned. After all, his messenger was the only one that knew for certain that he was here. This room was after all not his study but a random room he had chosen to hide away from his Donna till he had achieved his aim. He knew that if he spoke to her, he would somehow reveal his plan and she would beg him to do otherwise. She wouldn't understand why he needed to be punished, what setting him free would encourage the others to do. She would maneuver her sympathy into a good speech and he would have no choice but to agree or argue with her when she was done. It would have made all these a lot more difficult.It was hard to refuse her. The door creaked a little as it pushed open."Your Majesty." A voice greeted him and he didn't bother to look up, instead he acknowledged him by pointing to the empty space, on the desk, he was seated behind.Then a small box was placed in front of him and
He shrugged. "He touched you.""So you severed his hand?""What?" She couldn't see his face but by now, she had come to know that he would be wearing a light frown beneath that mask. "You were not expecting that I would just allow him to go scot-free after what he did to you, were you?""You could have just locked him up in one of your many dungeons to teach him a lesson that takes an important body part from him forever.""His presence was tiring." He ran his fingers through his brown hair that was so dark, sometimes it got mistaken for black, his nails clicking against his crown as he did that. "I wanted to get rid of him as soon as I could.""You can't just go severing people's hands like that, Eli.""Why not? He attacked you. He attacked my Bride, his future Queen."She bit her lips."You've made him handicapped.""I kept him alive as you wanted, that is what matters. He should be grateful that I did, the ones that had boldly made the same mistake as he did, did not live past the
So she had gone to search for him, this time, she ensured to check every room on his floor. Most were locked and she hoped he wasn't in one of the locked rooms. She hoped she would find him here and not have to go to the floor above, the place that contained all of Eli's precious memories about his family, the place that had been termed forbidden for anyone to go to but her. Still, she would try her best to avoid the place. He had seemed very displeased when he discovered someone, who was unknown to him, her, had been there without his knowledge. She wondered if he was still searching for the person or maybe he had already found out it was her and decided to keep quiet about it. Sometimes, Eli was hard to figure out but he mostly would unravel himself to her if only she could just ask. That was it. She was scared to ask, not because she feared that he would do anything to harm her, she knew he wouldn't. She was scared that revealing that might lead to more and more questions that
"I want your gaze to devour me like this all the time."It was that bad?Her eyes were betraying her that much?!They weren't even keeping anything a secret from him, instead they were boldly betraying their owner, not even trying to hold back.She let out a shaky breath, observing now that the only thing stopping him from slamming himself against her was the paintbrush and palette occupying his hands, but he could easily get rid of that and before he would start thinking of ways to make 'the look in her eyes' last longer, she would have to move away from him.Create a distraction. She tried to look over his shoulder at his painting, but that was impossible nevertheless, she feigned an expression like she could see what was on the canvas. "That looks good." She complimented in a breath and took a turn around him, taking a step back and slipping away from his front to see what was on the canvas. It was just paint and paint, and mixtures of different paints all over the canvas.Her b
Belladonna wanted to say something to that, something heartwarming definitely, but she had leaned against the table, her hand slipping a little, making some of the scrolls tumble to the floor. "I'm so sorry." She said in haste as she hurried to the floor and started picking up the scrolls that went all over the floor."It is alright." He said in return, picking up each other carefully, like they were precious eggs and he was afraid of breaking them. As she picked them, curiosity got the best of her and she found herself unrolling one to check what it contained."My hair." She smiled, staring at the painting. He had been right, he had just the right shade for it.That reminded her of how his fingers always found their way to her hair. She never really gave more thought to it but now that this painting was in her hands, it felt so heartwarming to be desired like this.Eli looked up at her from his crouched state, before he stood up straight and went to the table to put down the scrol
She was right. Her vassel was different from the one he had imaged. It was better. Despite her breast bag, he cod see that her breasts were a little larger and her thighs too more than his painting's, and she was curvy, her stomach was not as bony sucked in as he had painted it either.The candlelight surrended him no mercy as the light help his eyes greedily feast on their desire.His Donna's vessel was that of a goddess.He gulped, blinking and looking away from her to recollect himself. "Did you come across Lady Kestra on your way here?"He needed to know if Kestra was tempering with her brain again. If this was only an after effect, if she had any control of herself. "Why is that important?" "Are you drunk, Donna?" Oh, now she understood.He wanted to know if she was in control of herself, although she couldn't really understand why Lady Kestra was connected to this. In truth, she really didn't know what had come over her but she knew what she was doing and she understood
To be consumed by the need for ecstasy to the point where logicality and shame meant nothing, where those brown smoldering eyes that gazed at her, were all that mattered.At first, her plan had been for him to see her, then she had progressed to wanting him to know how she felt, just like the other paintings she had described to him, just like the many things he wanted to touch but couldn't. She had been caught in the moment with the painting and done what she did without much thinking. Her system had shot into overdrive and her brain had taken a break from shock. She didn't want him to feel terrible about it, it appealed to her in a sick way she couldn't describe, and in her bid to reassure him, she had stripped and approved his actions further. Besides, had she not told him to show her all the paintings and she would describe how they felt to him? That had been one of the reasons she went ahead. She wouldn't scurry away just because a couple of those paintings were of her. She w
Her thighs widened and she whined, focusing on the pain that she felt when her teeth pressed against her lower lip instead of the pleasure that surged through her body at the contact of her fingers that slid in between her welcoming folds, pressing against her pulsating sex."This is wet."Something in his jaws ticked as he watched her. "I think it's really wet."He could hear it and that didn't help at all. It didn't help that his hearing was this good. The way she moved her fingers up and down, every swipe, every stroke, he could hear everything. Now, he couldn't hold back anymore, he walked across the room with intent and determined steps, and something sparked in her eyes when she saw that.Her gaze followed him as he move closer to her, while she bit back a moan that threatened to slip past her lips. She shouldn't stop now, but somehow, she didn't want to."It feels warm."She bit back another moan, this one causing her body to shudder slightly from her fight.Enough about ho