Chapter 187: The Story Of Fire And Ice {8}
They took their bath at the nearest stream, Nicklaus just couldn’t take his hands off her, if it wasn’t caressing her body with those electrifying hands of his, it was the other, he acted like a moth to a flame towards her body and Yelena, on the other hand, couldn’t resist, but she had to for she felt sore already from all their mindless lovemaking, she was healed but still, she needed time, Nicklaus was a really daring godly name, continuously proving to her just how much she belongs to him.
She finally got to separate from him when they dressed. She wore the red material and she turned, seeing his intense gaze on hers as he put on his dark royal attire, he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, setting her hair right, as she did it a thought crossed her mind. ’Will he leave?’ at the mere thought of it, there was a sharp pain in her chest. ’Of course, he will, he’s the emperor of the Vampire Realm’ what she was expecting, seems after all the fairy tail it was time to accept the hard part...
What happens next? The thought of him leaving scared her to a point that it weakened her within, why does it feel just intense and yet so nostalgic.
"Why do you always get lost in your head?"
She yelped, turning because he was suddenly behind her. "Will you leave?" the question rolled off her tongue before she could stop herself. She bit her bottom lip, her brain always seemed to work faster at moments like this, but she needed to come clean with him about what the next step in their relationship might be, that was the sensitive part of it.
His eyes narrowed. "Is that what you were thinking?"
"Well, what should I? We have made love in ways, not even a new couple would imagine, so what else", she was egging him on and she knew it, forget ’MATE’ she wanted to know his real intentions.
"If you think I have had enough of you then you’re wrong," he said with a growl, as his eyes darkened, funny because she wasn’t scared of it in the slightest, just intrigued. He grabs her hand and yanks her towards him. "I’m taking you with me, do you understand me? From this moment on you’re my empress! It’s bloody always and forever now!"
A hard blush found her cheeks, her eyes wide, did he really mean? A smirk crossed his lips. "And she blushes, I will love to see those colors more," he remarked, the urge to prove and cater to her was overwhelming him greatly, what was becoming of him?
"It’s too good to be true," she says breathlessly, unable to wrap her head around the fact that this was real.
His eyes narrowed at her words. "Why do you think so?"