Chapter 134 Darius
This calm tranquil feeling washed over her. It felt so nice to be taken care of, especially by the same man who was brutally yet romantically pounding into your probably broken entrance a few hours ago.
A shiver tickled her spine as the sponge weaved round her nipples, causing her to inhale a sharp breath. No matter how many times her and Darius made love to each other, somehow his touch always managed to leave her core soaking with want. Warmth and live fluttered in her chest as his fingers weaved through her curls, washing her strands clean.
How tenderly he held and touched her made her feel like the most fragile glass. The way he took his time to lather her hair and rinse it clear, the way he worshipped her exotic dark curls made her stomach twist with butterflies.
His soft caress gliding across her skin, possessing every inch of her with light, vanilla touches. While cleaning her he greedily sucked on her skin, loving the feel of her warm skin, couples with her sweet fluorescent scent and her intoxicating aura. He absolutely loved her hair: her dark, silky locks shimmering with water.
Touch, his love language. He couldn't stay without touching her, even as he bathed her, his made sure everyone inch of her was pressed against him, he made sure her scent flooded his senses and left him drousy. Admittedly just her scent arouses him, easily. Even now, he was hard, as hard as ar ock but he wasn't about to ruine the sweet affectionate moment with his mate.
To everyone Darius was the Emperor, stoic and icy in his dealings with the kingdom and his people, but as his little mate adjusted- situating herself in a kneeling position between his legs, treading her little fingers through his locks he was naught but a love struck young wolf who surrendered to the tender, loving touch of the woman he loved.
She gently weaved through, massaging his scalp with the pad of her fingers. His head fell, resting against her breast as his large hands held her firmly, pulling her naked form to his callouses. He responded with a purr, his muscles melting into puddles of honey. Amidst her washing Darius busied himself with drawing non existent figures across Audrey's nipples with the tip of his finger. She shuddered, a militia of pleasure marching down her form.
She knew what the words spelt-Darius.
He was painting his name on her body, forever scorching her soul with his, his body with hers, his kisses to her skin. Long gone was the Audrey who looked at Darius's love with scrutiny, now she knew just how much Darius loved her, it was unexplainable. It couldn't be fit into mere words for words were never enough. She couldn't begin to fathom how long he loved her even before meeting her, even after he found her and she hasn't lived him, he still loved her.
His love was like the sweetest of daggers, sharp and stinging, consuming and overwhelming. It pierced right through, leaving a sweet pinch in its wake. Engulfing her in his stronf arms, like a furnace, burning down all her walls and leaving nothing but ashes.
Even as she lead them out of the washroom he clung to her like second skin it pulled fiercely at her heart strings. Her clingy alpha king.
With a smile etched on her lips she watched him dress her, as he paused to ask her opinion on his choice of clothing and color matching. She giggled but gave him a go ahead, loving how gently he slipped on every layer and fabric. She couldn't mistake the clear look of adoration, determination and precision that pinched his brows together. He looked so cute, concentrating with all his might as he fastened the buttons to her blouse: his big fingers fiddling with it.
She watched him with admiration, awe and so much love she was afraid it would pour through her eyes. His calloused hands that would one day hold their children, his gold locks she wished to have the pleasure of styling every morning before he left for his kingly duties and his warm onyx eyes that would register hers, housing her gaze and letting every single word he couldn't utter stream into hers or wander in the hollow of his mind's walls for her to pick up. He was the love her mama wished for her and she had finally gotten him, she would do anything to keep him with her. Anything.
She still had her worries concerning the transition of the kingdom yes, but now she was certain that no matter what happened or what obstacle they faced they would do it together. She would stand by his side through it all and never falter.
He finished, reaching over to retrieve her earrings from the stand. Placing them against her ear he made sure to carefully push it into her ear and secure it. When he was finished he stopped, the pad of his thumb meeting her plum cheeks and slowly caressing.
"How are you feeling love?" His deep baritone enquired, his eyes regarding hers with tenderness and adoration.
"I'm fine" she chirped, cupping his hand and holding it to her cheek. A smile blossomed across her cheeks, her eyes fluttering closed as she basked in the feeling of his touch, how her skin buzzed to life under it was nothing short of addicting, intoxicating.
He stepped impossibly closer, leaving no pace between their two persons. His hand curved around her waist, pulling her flushed against his chest.
He sighed, a smile marring his lips. It was the kind of smile that exposed his dimples, making him look so endearing and all the more handsome if that was possible. "Gosh you're so beautiful" his voice lowered, his jaw tensing, his eyes shimmering with unshared intentions. "We'll be departing for Brailer later today. Your ladies-in-waiting are already packing your luggage from your chambers so you can get some rest before our depature as it would be a king journey" he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.