Chapter 183: Silent Punishment
When Ivan was done handling royal matters for the rest of the day, he returned to his chamber to find his little lamb sitting on her bed, but she had gotten to her feet the moment he walked in, a habit she had grown accustomed to after serving him for months now.
As usual, she helped him out of his attire before he finally got dressed into his royal obsidian-black night robe, all prepared to head to bed, but there was just one problem– he didn’t feel like going to sleep. Naturally, he was a man who hated the company of others, he had driven his entourage away after having had it to his limits, but he found himself finishing his duties a lot earlier today so he could spend time with his little lamb, and now that he was here where he could see her, he hardly knew how to begin, where to start, or how to divert her attention in his direction.
Did it bother him that she was listening to the whispers that belonged to another man? Absolutely! The idea of it happening to her made him sick, and he wanted to meet the owner of those whispers in person so he could rip out that tongue and give it to his little lamb as a token. No matter what anyone said to him, he couldn’t care less if she had ten soulmates out there, what he cared about most is making her his so the rest of the peasants can know she’s taken, but how to do that when she stubbornly won’t admit her feelings for him.
"Stress...." He let out a weary sigh before stealing a glance at his little lamb.
If he would be getting any sleep tonight he hardly knew, now he regretted finishing his work early cause there was presently nothing for him to handle. Since he had the time today, he let his gaze linger on the pretty blonde woman who was sitting up on her bed, her delicate fingers meticulously knitting a fabric with concentration, and just watching the way those skilled fingers move made Ivan curious to know if they’d be just as skilled when working on his body, the mere thought of this tempting inquiry was making his irises contract darkly, his demon side pushing their way forward to relish on his sinful thoughts.
The sound of her heartbeat, her sweet floral scent that enveloped his chamber with an intoxicating fragrance only stimulated his dark mind. His ardent gaze moved to study her golden-blonde hair that was packed in a messy bun, but what killed it was when she lifted her delicate hands to loosen the ribbon, and the braided part fell lazily down her right shoulder, with a few strands falling exceptionally on her forehead. It made Ivan’s fingers dig lightly onto his mattress as he was tempted to run them through those soft locks, and then kiss those soft lips afterwards?
He wanted to do more than just kiss her.
He wasn’t even sure if his thoughts would one day become reality, but just thinking about it was making him plead silently to the gods, the heavens, that they would make it approach sooner. He knew he shouldn’t, it was immoral of him to do this, it was beyond his strict principles, he knew, but even so, he couldn’t stop himself from picturing her naked. When the image dared to flash before his eyes, the sight of her smooth milky-white skin nearly made his mouth water, her lovely throat trailing down to her beguiling shoulders, those impeccable bosoms that lured him to no ends and her alluring waist, her hips, down to her creamy thighs and of course, he couldn’t obliviate the feels of her bottom.
He wanted to feel it again.