Chapter 219 Safe In His Arms
Chapter 219 Safe In His Arms
Kira’s POV
Thomas burst into the study the moment I mind-linked him, his eyes widening at the sight of Adrian slumped in the chair with me still wrapped in his arms.
“Your Majesty, let me help,” he said quickly, moving forward.
Adrian had passed out cold while holding me, his grip around my waist like iron chains even while unconscious.
Thomas tried to lift him carefully, sliding one arm under his shoulder, but Adrian’s fingers dug deeper into my robe, refusing to let go.
It took real effort…Thomas grunting, me whispering soothing words into Adrian’s ear…before we finally pried his hands away.
Adrian’s face twisted in distress even while out, like his body knew I was there and didn’t want to risk losing me again.
We got him to our room somehow, half-carrying, half-dragging the stubborn king. The moment we laid him on the bed, I climbed up beside him, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was still too warm, his breathing shallow.
The royal doctor arrived minutes later, checking his pulse and pupils with practiced efficiency. “It’s exhaustion, Your Majesty,” he said calmly. “Combined with the massive blood loss. He gave nearly six pints for you. His body is strong, but even kings have limits.”
‘Six pints?!’ My stomach twisted. I stared at Adrian’s still, calm face…so pale against the dark pillows.
How could he be so stupid? Giving that much blood and then refusing to rest, pushing himself until he collapsed?
A single tear slipped down my cheek, hot and unexpected. My emotions were everywhere…relief that I was awake, anger at his recklessness, and this overwhelming wave of love that made my chest ache.
My heart melted further for this impossible man. He’d risked everything for me and our baby without hesitation.
“Is there anything I can do?” I asked the doctor, clutching Adrian’s hand. “Does he need blood? I can give—”
The doctor chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No need. He’s the king. He’ll be fine with rest. Just stay with him. That’ll help more than anything.”
I exhaled in relief as everyone finally left, the door clicking shut behind them. It was just us again.
I crawled closer, placing my head on his broad chest, my arms wrapping around his stomach. His heartbeat was steady under my ear…strong, reassuring. For the first time since waking up, my belly felt completely calm. No pain. No rumbling. He had saved both of us.
Peace settled over me like a warm blanket. I must have dozed off like that, lulled by his scent and the rise and fall of his chest.
When I woke up about an hour later, I hadn’t moved an inch. My cheek was still pressed to his chest, arms locked around him. Then I felt it…a gentle hand stroking my hair. My head snapped up.
Adrian was awake. Color had flooded back into his face, and his eyes gleamed with that familiar mischief I loved so much. The doctor had been right. He just needed rest.
I exhaled shakily. “You had me worried for a second there, you big idiot.”
He sat up slowly, smiling that devastating half-smile that always made my knees weak. “So you care about me?”
“Why would you even ask that?” I laughed, sitting up to face him properly.
He took my hand, threading our fingers together. “Because I like my woman obsessed with me. Tell me, princess…how would you feel if I smiled at another woman?”
I grinned, leaning in closer. “Nothing serious. Just that I’d make sure she never sees a smiling face ever again. And you? I’d stitch your lips together, lock you away in a dark room, tie you up nice and tight so you can’t move an inch…”
Adrian’s eyes widened, but he started laughing. “Hey, hey! Okay, okay!”
“It means you love me,” he said warmly, pulling me against him. “Don’t worry, Kira. I’m never going to smile at another woman.”
I smiled back, wicked. “I’m not worried. You should be.”
He gulped visibly, then pulled me in tighter, burying his face in my neck. “I missed you,” he muttered, voice thick. “I was so scared I wouldn’t see you open your eyes again.”
I nuzzled into him, breathing him in. “Oh wow. So that was why you wanted to get rid of our baby?”
He froze against me. For a long moment, silence stretched. Then he kissed the top of my head, soft and lingering.
“Forgive me. I panicked, my queen. Besides, we can have more children… but I can never have more of you. You’re the only one I have. I’d proudly make that decision over and over again.”
I exhaled, knowing it was pointless to argue. The cold finality in his eyes when he said it told me everything. He meant it…completely and unapologetically.
I settled deeper into his arms, content. Until I felt it…a hard bulge nudging insistently against my thigh under the covers.
I looked down, eyes widening in horror, then back up at his face. “Like right now? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?!”
But Adrian was already leaning down, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. “I’ve rested enough,” he murmured against my mouth, voice low and rough.
He stripped me slowly, like he was unwrapping something precious. His fingers tugged at the belt of my robe, pushing the fabric off my shoulders until it pooled around my waist.
Cool air kissed my skin, making my nipples harden instantly. He groaned softly at the sight, his hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before cupping them fully. His touch was warm, reverent, sending sparks straight between my legs.
I pulled his shirt over his head, my palms exploring the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs.
He was still slightly warm from the fever, but so solid, so alive. I kissed his collarbone, tasting the faint salt on his skin.
Adrian flipped us gently so I was on my back, then moved down my body with deliberate slowness. He kissed every inch…my neck, the valley between my breasts, my stomach where our baby rested.
When he reached my thighs, he spread them wide, settling between them. His breath ghosted over my core before his tongue dragged slowly through my folds.
I gasped, fingers threading into his hair. He took his time, licking and sucking with lazy, perfect strokes, focusing on my clit until my hips bucked and I was whimpering his name.
Two thick fingers slid inside me, curling just right, pumping steadily while his mouth worked me higher. The pleasure built deep and intense, coiling tight in my belly until I came hard, thighs trembling around his head, crying out as waves crashed through me.
He kissed his way back up, shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock was heavy and thick, flushed dark with need, already leaking at the tip. I reached for it, stroking the velvety length, but he caught my wrist gently.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
He pulled me on top of him instead, guiding me to straddle his hips. His hands gripped my waist as I slowly sank down onto him, inch by thick inch. The stretch was delicious, filling me completely until I was seated fully, our bodies joined tight. We both moaned at the sensation.
I started moving…slow rolls of my hips, grinding down on him. Adrian’s head fell back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, watching me ride him.
His hands roamed everywhere…squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit in tight circles.
Every thrust upward from him met my downward motion, deep and unhurried, building that sweet pressure again.
Sweat slicked our skin. The room filled with the sounds of our breathing, soft moans, and the wet slide of our bodies.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close as we moved together. Face to face, chest to chest. He kissed me deeply, tongues tangling, while he thrust up into me with controlled power.
“I love you, Kira,” he growled against my lips.
That pushed me over. I came again, clenching hard around him, my nails digging into his shoulders. He followed right after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside me with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking.
We stayed like that for a long time afterward…me collapsed on his chest, him still buried inside me, both of us breathing hard and utterly satisfied. His hand stroked my back in lazy circles. Peace. Pure, bone-deep peace.