Chapter 45 Daevir handled his sword with the potency of a fighter, drilling into my softness, harder and harder.
Amarien's POV
My eyes stared awake. I blinked, realising I had no idea where I was. And then I heard the humming and looked around.
I was in the Royal Apothecary!
The physicians swarmed around the scene, mixing herbs and spices. While I lay in a wooden bed that they had me in. It was like waking up in a dream come true. Everything I've ever wanted is here.
The herbs, the tonics, all of it.
When I tried to sit up, one of the chief physicians approached me. “Your wounds are still healing, concubine Amarien. We advise that you remain lying.”
I return to the table, lying face up, facing the ceiling.
Daevir saved me again.
He didn't have to. All I wanted was death that moment. I wanted nothing with life! I wanted to see Grandma ChiChi gain and have her answer all the questions in my heart.
The physicians were indeed doing a good job, as I barely felt the pain of the kick and whips. All I felt were the pricks of the stitches. I could tell what herb was used to numb the pain.
Grandma had taught me all I needed to know about that. It was comforting to be here. Almost bittersweet after the pain I just endured
I looked around the apothecary again. My heart is aching with desire. This would have been my dream job if the emperor had not whisked me out of the village.
I imagined myself dressed in white, my hair tied in a scarf, as I pounded and mixed herbal medicine. This is far greater than serving as a concubine or any royal man's wife.
My heart stirred to Daevir. Maybe when he becomes emperor, he can grant me the chance to work here instead of going to the nunnery. I would owe my whole life to him if I could be granted such freedom. At least here I'll live all my days serving and carrying the very legacy Grandma Chichi had taught me.
“Your highness!” The chorus in the room interrupted my thoughts.
Prince Daevir stepped into the room with a troop of guards flanking him, while everyone remained bowed in the room.
When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and quickly he approached my wooden bed. “You're still alive…” he leaned in. “I swore I'd kill every Physician here if they didn't bring you back to me…”
Tears simmered in my eyes. “Your highness…”
“Amarien…” his hands ran through my hair. The world around us was blue until we realised….We weren't alone!
Daevir, conscious of the people around us, pulled away and coughed.
“Everyone, out now.” Daevir snapped.
I looked around, confused. He couldn't possibly tell all these Apothecaries and physicians to leave their station just because of me?!
I was wrong.
Without a second thought, every one of them abandoned everything they were doing, turned, and began filling out without even looking back once.
The room became empty save for Daevir’s guards.
Daevir whipped his gaze at them. “You too…” he spat impatiently.
The guards looked at each other, confused. But they obeyed. They all filed out, leaving Daevir and me alone.
“Forgive me, your highness…I…” I wasn't given the chance to finish my words. Daevir pressed his lips on mine, kissing me tenderly.
“I miss you …” he murmured, his breath in mine.
“Your highness …” I felt his hands in my dress, reaching out to my legs and pulling me to him. He planted kisses on my face, neck, and chest.
His hands wandered to my nakedness, and he began taking off my clothes. I quickly sat up.
“Not here, your highness!” I protested.
“Why not?!” He kissed my forehead, leaning to my ears, “Who's going to know?” He whispered.
I shut my eyes and felt him devour my neck.
His hand lowered my blouse, fondling my tits up, down, left, and right.
I dropped every restraint I had, locking his lips with mine.
Daevir held me in his arms, while I wrapped my legs around him. Our lips dug at each other. He kissed me, I kissed him. We couldn't get enough of each other.
Our passion hits harder.
I ran my hands through his uniform, pulling it open. He stripped me bare. I reached out for his belt, scratching, pulling, unzipping, biting my lips hard in anticipation of his hardness.
That long rod of hardness that brought them to my knees last time.
In a moment of rage and passion, he took control, parted my legs. His lips rested on my neck, burying his head in with a fervent kiss that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
At that moment, I felt a hard surface knocking into my wetness and welcomed it with open legs. He slides in, we gasp and moan, surrender to the passion, the lust, the heat of the moment.
He grabbed my peaches from behind and began sliding in and out.
Fast.
With rhythm.
I bit my lips so I wouldn't moan so loudly and unruly.
Daevir is indeed a skilled swordsman. He handled his sword with the potency of a fighter, drilling into my softness, harder and harder.
I moaned through clenched lips, praying to the gods that he wouldn't stop. I wanted more and more and more!
He stroked every inch, drilled every depth, scratched every damning itch. It was so good I bit into his neck as he went on and on and on.
The final stroke came with a gasp of release.
I collapsed on the desk, and he fell on me, resting his head on my breast. Our breath was ragged. His hard sword is still inside me.