Chapter 168: My Precious Jewel
Samantha bit down on her lower lip as she tried to stifle a moan, and he was making it so obvious that he was deliberately making her feel this way. He knew exactly what he was doing here, and he made no attempt to hide his intentions as he continued to watch her, enjoying every bit of her reaction to the feeling of his knees against her hot spot.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, there were a lot of things he shouldn’t be doing when it ca to his little lamb, but... damn consequences! He was ready to endure everything and anything as long as he got to keep her by his side. When he figured she left without saying goodbye during the full blood moon, he knew at that mont that he wasn’t ready to depart from her, and when he found her unconscious on the drizzling rain, the urge to keep her under his protection took over, and he knew, he knew at that very spot that he wouldn’t be able to live without her.
So he planned this event, an event to make Maurice stay so he wouldn’t think of leaving with his sister. Since he promised his little lamb he wasn’t going to hurt her brother in any way, he had to co up with a different alternative, another idea that would compel her brother to stay in the Palace with his sister, and as expected, his carefully mastered plan worked. He didn’t orchestrate this event for anything other than to keep his little lamb by his side, and does he regret manipulating everyone else? Nope, not at all.
Samantha could feel warmth spread through her body when his fingers traced the contour of her skin down to her chin, as if relishing on the outline of her face so he would never forget it, and with a gentleness he had reserved only for her, he tilted it up so she could et his eyes. As he leaned in, Samantha assud he was going to kiss her again but to her surprise, he placed his forehead against her own, their nose almost touching due to his affectionate display, but his knee was still fixed between her legs. They remained that way for an unknown amount of ti, their breaths mingling with each other as they savored the mont that couldn’t be expressed with words alone.
She didn’t only feel desired, she felt his passion embrace her like a warm blanket, so much so that her heart felt like it was no longer alone. She knew she wanted this, but why was she always lost for words whenever he asked her to say them? It didn’t feel right. It felt as though she was trying to avoid a calamity without having any knowledge of what the calamity could be.
"If you leave , I will die." He confessed, and Samantha’s eyes snapped open at the rigidity of his words. She didn’t seem to have heard it right until he repeated. "If you dare to leave
again I will–" Samantha’s palm imdiately covered his mouth, stopping him from finishing his abominable statent, and when he opened his eyes to et her own, she shook her head, her gaze becoming glazed with emotion.
"You will live." She uttered, sounding firm and confident about that fact, and her gaze softened under his endearnt. "You will bring this Kingdom to its glory with or without . If you say such words to
again I’ll never forgive you for it." She promised, and to her surprise he kissed the palm she had used to cover his mouth.
She almost breathed out her relief when he dropped his knee from her throbbing core. She didn’t know how long they had stayed in that intimate position, but her own legs nearly gave way to the ground if he hadn’t held her up on ti.
"Then stay with ." He dropped a tender kiss at the shell of her ear and whispered. "I don’t want this if you’re not going to be here with ."
"But I am here, aren’t I?" Samantha whispered back before shaking her head gently. "I’m.. I’m not going anywhere." She assured him, whilst trying to hide how tentative she sounded about it, and she watched the way his eyes sparkled with a different light. He pulled her into his arms, keeping her within his embrace as he felt so assurance in her word.
"I love you Samantha," he kissed the top of her hair, "and I won’t stop saying it till you say it back."
"You make it hard for
to recognize my na whenever you say it." She murmured as he pulled back to et her puzzled expression, "it sounds...different."
"In a good or bad way?"
"Incredibly good! It’s like you dipped it in honey." She added, but then at the sa ti, she recalled the eerie voice that whispered words into her ear. Comparing both in her head, it sounded nothing like Ivan’s voice, but to avoid jumping into conclusion, she lifted her gaze to et the eyes of Ivan. "Did you perhaps call
by my na before this? I an before dragging
in here did you whisper my na to lure ?"
"Whisper your na...?" Ivan’s eyebrows creased in slight puzzlent before he shook his head at her question. "No, I didn’t. I was returning from the dungeon when I saw you heading down this path....is there sothing wrong?" A hint of concern flashed in his eyes as he inquired from Samantha who seed more confused now that she had discovered that the whispers she heard didn’t co from Ivan.
But if it wasn’t Ivan, who keeps calling her na?
"I..." she lowered her gaze, "I keep hearing strange voices recently." She said, "It started when I woke up the next day after the full blood moon. I thought it was all in my head, or a side effect from my hormones but... the voices keep whispering things to , I don’t–"
"Voices?" Ivan’s eyes narrowed in perplexity after listening to what his little lamb just revealed to him. "Are these voices audible? What do you hear?"
"Most of the ti I hear my na, and other tis I hear strange words like....you belong to , do this, do that but it only lasts for a fleeting mont...I can’t rember everything."
"You belong to ?" A slight frown graced Ivan’s face upon hearing this word. Was soone pestering his little lamb using mind tricks? "It’s a good thing you told
about it before it got out of hand, co with ."
"Where are we going?" Samantha questioned the minute he held her wrist. When he stopped to look at her, his eyes fell on the strings in her dress which he had loosened. Releasing her hand, he reached for the strings and carefully tied them back.
"To see Lord Viktor." And he held her wrist again, taking her out of the corner.
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Sowhere far from GreenHollow, a young man draped in his royal night garnt, sat on a chair in his library chamber, confined in its darkness. With a snap of his fingers, the candles in his library were lit, illuminating the place to reveal its grandeur. Behind him he could hear soft footsteps approaching the table where he sat, and his already grim facade emanated oppressively within the space.
"I told you not to send her there, but look at the outco." The feminine voice behind him uttered with displeasure. "Our people who go there do not make it out alive. If they’re not dead, they have a sudden change of heart which I believe to be abnormal since they shouldn’t be fond of the enemy. You’re here staring at this damn crystal when you should be concerned about our promise!"
"Promise?" The man’s lips curved into a sneer. On the oak table was a dark glowing crystal that shimred with an ominous light, and the man’s intense gaze continued to linger on it as he said. "YOU were the one who made that promise, not . I’m only concerned with getting back what is mine. My precious Jewel."
"Has she yielded to your call?"
The man’s lips twitched at the woman’s intrusive question. "That is none of your business. Why do you interrupt during my busy ti?" His tone didn’t hide his irritation, but the woman behind him remained seemingly unaffected by it.
"Seems to
your plan on manipulating that girl is yet to begin, and you’re going to fail so soon?" She gestured at the crystal, watching the glow intensify as it signaled a warning. "If you get caught by those people, everything we’ve worked for will be ruined! Handle this ss before it crumbles us all!"
The man uttered nothing, but his fist clenched on the table, a neutral smile painting his cunning lips.
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