All Chapters of The King’s Relentless Desire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter Ninety-Nine Liana’s POV The forest felt different on the way back. Quieter. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just quiet in a way that felt like everything was watching us leave. The night air was cool and damp. I could feel it on my skin, on the back of my neck, on the places where my pulse hadn’t settled yet. The leaves shifted above us with the movement of the wind, but there were no night insects. No birds. Just the soft crunch of our steps against the ground. Kael walked beside me. Not ahead. Not behind. Beside. His steps were steady, but his breathing was controlled in that way that told me he was holding something in. He always looked like he belonged in the middle of conflict, like chaos had been a language he learned before speech. But there was something else in him now. Something quieter. Warmer. Sharper. I didn’t know what it was yet. I kept my arms close to my sides and focused on walking. The adrenaline still hadn’t fully faded. It made everything feel a little t

Chapter One Hundred and One Liana’s POV The room was still. The kind of stillness that feels full, not empty. The air was warm. The candles on the table flickered in small slow movements. Their shadows stretched across the walls like they were breathing with me. I didn’t move at first. I stayed with my back against the door, letting the night settle into my skin. My heartbeat was still too fast. Not racing. Just awake. Aware. A steady pulse I could feel in my hands, in my throat, in the place just beneath my ribs where everything felt too tender. I brought my fingers to my lips without thinking. They felt warm. As if his presence had stayed with me. As if he had touched me even though he hadn’t laid a hand on me in that moment. I walked slowly toward the bed. The sheets were smooth. The pillow is soft. The room is familiar. But it didn’t feel like the same place I had woken up in yesterday. Everything felt changed. Not because of the forest. Not because of danger. Bu

Chapter One Hundred and Three Liana’s POV I was already awake. I hadn’t been able to sleep since the moment I left the hall. My thoughts had been moving in circles, restless and sharp at the edges, like something inside me was trying to push through the surface of my skin. The room was dim. Only a single candle burned near the table, flame flickering faintly whenever the wind slipped through the gap under the window. I sat on the side of the bed, knees pulled up, arms resting loosely around them. I didn’t know what I was waiting for. I only knew I couldn’t sleep. The silence was… not quiet. It was full. Alive. Heavy with something unnamed. When I heard footsteps outside my door, my body reacted before I did. My breath caught. My heartbeat changed. Not faster. Just deeper. He stopped on the other side. I didn’t move, but I felt him. The awareness of him was not something I chose. It was something that lived. When he said my name, the sound went through me like wa

Chapter One Hundred and Five Liana’s POV His lips were soft and warm against mine. The kiss unfolded slowly, neither of us pulling the other in, neither of us rushing. It felt like breathing, like something that had already been happening between us long before either of us touched. His hand stayed at the back of my neck, steady and careful. He wasn’t holding me in place. He was holding me like he didn’t want to startle something fragile. The warmth of his palm spread down my spine, calm and deep, even though there was nothing calm about the way my chest was tightening. I slid my hand up to his shoulder. His shirt was soft under my fingers, warmed by his skin underneath. I could feel how tense he was, not from anger, not from power. From restraint. It ran through him like a pulled string. The kiss grew deeper in its own time. My lips parted. His breath mingled with mine. My fingers curled against his shoulder, and he responded, his hand sliding slowly from my neck to my jaw, gui

Chapter One Hundred and Seven Liana’s POV His body stayed close to mine. There was a slow, steady calm in the room now, like the air itself had softened. The candles were almost gone, wax pooled at their bases, but the warmth between us was enough. I didn’t need more light to see him. I could feel him. His hand rested on my hip, fingers relaxed, not holding me, just there. The way he touched me made something inside me feel steady. I hadn’t realised until this moment how much I had been bracing myself every day. Always guarded. Always ready for something to be taken. But right now, I wasn’t bracing for anything. I let my body soften against his chest. The rhythm of his breathing was slow and even. My cheek rested against his shoulder. His skin was warm, familiar. I traced small circles along his ribs with my fingertips, not thinking, just moving because it felt right. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The silence between us felt safe in a way I hadn’t expected. His thumb bru