Todos los capítulos de The Seven Heats: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Dominicus’s POV“Thank you all for joining us tonight. You all performed exceptionally well today, and, as a reward, His Majesty has instructed our chefs to prepare a special dinner for all of you. We hope you enjoy the arrangements. Please, enjoy your meal.”Kade bows toward me.My fingers tighten around the fork.Bullshit.This entire dinner is bullshit.Twelve princesses sit around my table, dressed in silk and jewels, staring at me as if I am some prize they have already decided belongs to them. Their eyes follow every movement of my hands, every lift of my glass, every breath I take. They aren't eating. They're waiting.Waiting for me to choose one of them.Waiting for me to smile.Waiting for me to make them feel special.I'd rather be anywhere else.But the elders insisted. Apparently, if I am going to choose a mate for the sake of the kingdom, I should at least pretend to be interested in the women competing for the position.So I sit here.And I eat.I ignore Kade completely.

I let out a fake laugh.My eyes flick between his warm brown ones, searching for even the slightest hint that he is joking.There isn't one.“Condition?” I force another laugh, though this one sounds even more pathetic. “What condition? You must be—”His expression changes.All traces of the man who had been teasing me about talking trees disappear.Sebastian places his elbows on his knees and leans forward, his hands loosely clasped between them. His voice is quieter when he speaks, but somehow that makes every word more frightening.“AII.”I frown.“What?”“Autoimmune Inflammatory Insufficiency.”Shit. He knows… he knows. Panic hits my chest in full force, yet he doesn’t stop. He continues to explain. “It is a condition you've had since birth. Your immune system doesn't regulate its inflammatory response properly. Stress, injury, infection, even prolonged emotional distress can trigger an exaggerated inflammatory cascade.”I swallow.Gosh. He is into the medical field and is in re

“None of your business.”The words seethed past my lips like fresh poison, my eyes blazing with livid, hopeless fury.Dominicus didn't flinch. Instead, his grip tightened, his thick, calloused fingers digging painfully into the soft curve of my waist until it bruised.“If it’s anyone’s business, it’s mine, little one,” he rumbled, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl that vibrated straight through my spine. “Have you already forgotten who this body of yours belongs to?”I let out a slow, bitter sigh and nodded.“Fine.”A flicker of confusion passed over his sharp features, failing to grasp the sudden change in my eyes. I took a step back, breaking his hold. My throat felt raw, my heart hammering against my ribs as I clenched my trembling fists.“It’s yours. Fine. Then take it.” My voice didn't shake this time. It was cold. Empty. “Every fucking inch.”I held his gaze, refusing to break eye contact for even a fraction of a second as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Slo

He reached toward the stone basin, picking up a heavy block of crushed lavender soap. Lathering it until thick foam coated his large palms, he slowly, deliberately slid his hands across my bare back, rubbing in soft, painstaking circles.I gasped, a shudder ripping straight through my spine.My lips parted as I stared blankly at the dark waterfall cascading behind him, but I didn't have the guts to move or even to look him in the eye. His warm, calloused hands continued to roam over my skin in slow, teasing motions, as if he were deliberately trying to quiet the storm raging inside his own chest. Every breath tore from my lungs, shallow and ragged.My heaving, bare chest remained pinned flat against his rock-hard frame.“Dom… what… what are you—”Before I could finish, his fingers slid up, digging deep into my wet hair. He fisted the strands with sudden, unyielding force, yanking my head back until my eyes clashed directly with his.“Shut up,” he growled softly, the command dripping

I was so completely lost, drowning in the suffocating heat of these intense bodily feelings, that I didn’t even realize when Dominicus carried us out of the subterranean steam room toward his private quarters.All I knew was that he couldn’t keep his hands off me and God help me, I couldn’t keep mine off him either.He continued to kiss me relentlessly, pinning me against every dark stone wall we passed along the corridor. The hunger between us was terrifying and electric, like some lethal drug working its way through my bloodstream. It felt as if I didn't feel his skin on mine, I would simply die. And in every agonizing, possessive touch, it felt as though he were burning with the exact same obsession.My whimpering moans echoed against the cold stone, and he only kissed me harder, his grip tightening until his large hands marked my hips.His heavy, deliberate footsteps finally crossed the plush carpet of his bedchamber, followed by my clumsy, trembling ones, as he guided me straigh