Chapter 14

He sits her on his lap like a little girl, caressing her hair with one hand and reading a book with the other.

She sighed, feeling a deep calm, as if the universe had stopped spinning and no one else existed on this planet anymore, playing with his shirt buttons, slipping her fingers from time to time through his holes, groping his hard and smooth muscles.

She sighed again, summoning his attention and murmuring, "Why do I feel this way when I'm near you?"

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, and a sullen smile rolled from his lips.

"I was coming to you to quarrel with you, to scream at you, but the moment I saw you, all I wanted was to fall into your arms, even though you don't deserve it!" She hung her last sentence, stretching her lips in a childish tone that invaded his depths with the sweetest feelings.

Then he gently strokes her forehead, cramping her shoulders, trying to be gentle with her, as when it comes to her, he tries to remain vigilant for fear of harming her with an unintended movement. Four centuries of age, he fights his enemies, he fights the Sirens, he fights apostate vampires who want to expel him and occupy his throne, and he fights other scattered enemies here and there.

Although he wants to give her more, her internal and external fragility always stands between them, urging him to wait until after the completion of her transformation until she is ready for more physically, mentally, and psychologically.

Close the book, which seems to him like others before it, does not contain anything new about its nature, deals with another, perhaps finds information about it, and teaches him how to tame the abilities that it will acquire soon. If you do not learn how to control it, its destructive capabilities will be enough to erase the impact of the entire life on the face of the globe, and a devastating disaster will befall them.

She slipped into his embrace, trying to blend in with him, perhaps protecting her from what would happen to her. She asks him in a trembling tone, "If I asked you to release me and let me go back to my life... would you?"

"No!" He answered her without hesitation.

She buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply, scattering his feelings, and he exhaled a long breath, trying to make her understand the seriousness of her situation.

"This is your life now; you have to accept it and embrace it with everything it will give you. You were not supposed to be among humans, because that would pose a danger to them and you alike."

"I know, I know, but what are you going to do to me?" She asked in a trembling tone, feeling her body shivering in his embrace.

"What about??" He asked her, not understanding the meaning of her question.

"After my conversion."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes." He exclaimed, thinking that he too did not have a satisfactory answer.

What is Larissa's story? I asked him to change the subject ninety degrees.

"You are so greedy, Celine," is her river.

Her hand crept to his chest, and she asked him innocently, "What do you mean?"

He gently pulled her palm from his chest. "You want closeness, and you want a fight; choose one."

She looked at him foolishly and asked him childishly, "Why don't I get both?"

'Because it's not fair to me,' he replied, holding her little palm in his, reproaching in a reprimanded tone, 'as if you were trying to bribe me to answer your questions.'

"Okay… then a quarrel," she said, trying to get off his lap, and he helped her to what she wanted. Watching her standing in front of him, he lay down in his comfortable seat, too, ready for her.

"Well, bring what you have, but I warn you from now on to pay attention to your virtuous words."

She opened her mouth... She closed it... Then she opened it again and asked him, "If you uttered it, what would you do?"

"I'm punishing you!!" He replied, staring at her cunningly, as if he was challenging her to cross her limits with him.

"Larissa..." she said and fell silent.

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He waited for an explanation from her, and she didn't, realizing that she would be satisfied with her short questions so as not to fall into his trap.

He laughed and answered her, "Larisa, my fiancée, the bride that my parents chose for me after I was born to give her blood upon my conversion. I tried to free her from this engagement a long time ago, but she refused and is still refusing to this day."

"Do you… do you and she… you… know what?" Her features were dark red.

He raised an eyebrow, cunningly taking pleasure in embarrassing her, and replied, "No, I don't know."

"Why didn't you marry her? She's so beautiful and gentle and..."

"Exactly the opposite of you"

He interrupted her, throwing his bomb, unaware that it would explode in his face, watching her arch her eyebrows, palms at her flanks, with a vulgar movement that aroused his humor, roaring with anger:

"Yes, I know that I am not as beautiful as her, and I do not possess the charm of her long and slender body, nor the color of her hair, nor her eyes, but there is no need for you to be so rude and throw her at me so rudely."

"And what did we say about your words?" Comment to alert her.

"Why do you have the right to insult me, and I do not have the right to return it to you?"

She shouted at him, watching him stand from his place, coming towards her, and two steps ahead of her.

She blinked spontaneously, holding her breath, preparing for his reaction.

He reached at her, clutching her waist, lifting her to the edge of the table, and their flaming gazes joined, each for his own reasons.

It is anger, and it is desire.

He just smiled at her in a kind tone.

"When I said unlike you, I didn't mean everything you mentioned," he told her, tipping her nose with the tip of his forefinger, adding, "I meant that you are always a hot-blooded and recklessly rushing spirit, bold, brave, rebellious, funny, thieving, and selfish...."

"Uh..."

Emanating from her lips, staring at him with heavy eyelids and burning cheeks, he responded to that ignition by sending a wave of bitter cold around the room, cooling her crazy desire, feeling her losing his mind...

She exclaimed in exasperation, "Really!! How long will you keep cooling my desire with this wave of ice?"

Then he tilted her cheek with a lightning kiss, answering her, "Until the time is right."

"And since there wasn't enough time to wait?" she grumbled.

"Don't start now; go lift some weights. Tomorrow I'll teach you the rules of fighting."

He ordered her to take her off the table, and she turned and stared at him in anger, but she did not dare to disobey him, withdrawing from in front of him at once.

. . .

Damien threw the sword at her and stood in front of her, challenging her, "I think you're ready to catch it."

She returned to lifting weights, ignoring him. She refused to continue training her after their last clash and has refrained from addressing him since.

'And how long will you keep this childish behavior? You need me.'

"I don't need you; leave me alone."

Pulling a weight-lifting device from her grip, he challenges her, "Prove it to me then."

"What do you want from me now? Didn't you call me a few days ago a useless human being?

"I don't care what I told you yesterday; the important thing is that today I want to make you useful, so when it's time to throw you into March, you have a chance to defend yourself before they start eating your flesh alive."

Damian's insolence descended on her like a thunderbolt; she couldn't believe his arrogance and cruelty that always attacked her. She felt a volcano of anger erupting in her hollow, threatening to explode at any moment. She ground her teeth, attacking him fiercely, threatening him with the worst evils; she would kill him, she would tear him...

But she was disappointed when he easily repulsed her and threw her back.

She fell to the ground moaning in pain, feeling her surroundings dancing around her, watching Damian's shadows above her head, and calling, "Not bad, stand up and play again."

So she did and attacked him again, only to find herself smashed to the ground again, but she refused to surrender, re-balling tirelessly.

Damien hissed, holding his breath when he smelled her blood, but he continued to defy her brute force and pride, impressing him with her courage and carelessness.

After several unsuccessful attempts, she decided to change her strategy, deluding him that she would stand as each time in order to attack his upper torso rather than his body.

"Finally," he shrieked, moaning, as his body hit the ground violently.

"You'd better take a bath at once in the men's bath before you go upstairs, or one of them will be severely punished tonight."

Mark hung from the door, interrupting their quarrel.

Damian gives a wary look.

He shook his head, denouncing Damian's behavior, because if he happened to see Kayden and what's going on here, Damian would now be dead!

He got off his horse and handed him over to the groomer. He took off his many weapons and ordered them to be cleaned and kept in their designated place. He entered the palace in a hurry, but as soon as he set foot on the threshold of the hall, he was stopped by the smell of Celine spreading throughout.

He remained confused, trying to locate her. The intensity of her scent saturated with the atmosphere raises his astonishment, as he had never felt it with such strength and depth before, wondering, There is something strange!

After he set his goal, he followed his instinct that led him to the kitchen, and he was surprised by its absence. A lake turned around him, although he did not see it except that he was sure that it was here. He turned around to his right, discovering the presence of a small door.

Opening it, he saw her sitting in the middle of the small room surrounded by a number of bowls of assorted candies.

Her hair was damp, dripping with dew, and her skin glowed like the sun's rays.

She raised her face to him when she sensed someone was at the door, her smile widening when she saw him.

"Ah, here you come."

"But where do you always hide for so long?" She exclaimed, "I've just been thinking of you, look…"

She chanted, her fingers dipped in liquid honey, flowing in thin lines towards her arm, exciting the condensation of his saliva and seductive tone, "I watched a movie a while ago where a woman was dipped in honey with her lover licking it off her fingers." She sighed dreamily, continuing, "That day, I thought of you, wondering… Do you prefer honey or blood?"