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
After stepping out of the bathroom and getting dressed, there was a knock at the door. Belladonna threw the door open, the painting Eli had promised to give her was at the door in Anok's hand. "Good morning, Milady. The King said this should be delivered to you."She had grinned and asked Anok to help her hang it on the wall. It was good to see something different in this room that was full of the color red. Something vibrant and full of life. She hadn't liked it so much yesterday but today, she felt different about it and it seemed to appeal to her. Maybe because of the memory that accompanied it. It was lovely, not in its appearance but in its memory. "Did you like it?" She had asked when he was done and Anok wore a confused look. "Milady?""The painting? Do you like it?"He had frowned, then shrugged."The King is talented.""I know that but do you like this painting.""Your desire towards the painting is what is important, not my insignificant one, Milady."At that time, the
She raced up to her feet at the first sight of his bare chest. "I'm fine in this. Never mind, Eli."He hesitated for a millisecond, then he continued unbuttoning his shirt anyways. With a simple swing, he took off his shirt."Well, I am hot." Before Belladonna had a chance to say anything to that, there was a knock at the door. Eli had not been pleased with the disturbance and with a grunt, he pulled his shirt back on, dashing to the door when he was done with that and his mask was once again on his face. He had come back into the study even more displeased.The news he had gotten made it necessary for him to leave. Without wasting even a second, he told her everything.What Belladonna had earlier feared was happening. The dragon was misbehaving. "Stay right here, I will lock the door. I see you are with my keys, one of them works for this door too. I will be back as soon as I can." He had instructed, then left after that.Belladonna let out a shaky breath. What was wrong with h