Your Majesty, I Want You

Chapter 14: Loyal Subject (2)

Enoch knelt before her and Aran looked down at him. Her hair ran freely down her shoulder, revealing her slender neckline. Nervous, she swallowed her throat dryly.

He gently caressed her legs, his long fingers grazing against her skin.

She looked at him with frightened eyes. Those eyes she once thought beautiful was now a nightmare. His eyes indicated sadism.

He did not wait long.

To him, spreading her legs in a secluded area where no one came was easy like a child rubbing their wrist. His fingers on her legs slowly climbed the inside of her th*ghs.

Aran read his bestial intentions and swallowed her breath roughly and before she knew it, she laid on the bench with her legs open and the hem of her clothes pulled upwards.

“It’s… it’s still daytime…!”

She made futile attempts to close her legs but Enoch skillfully blocked it without much trouble. Aran desperately grabbed hold of Enoch’s wrist. Their eyes intertwined and Aran shook her head with eager eyes.

“At night, I’ll do anything, but… not now…”

She held back the tears forming from the corner of her eyes and begged.

“I’ll finish up quickly,” he said.

The hem of her garment rolled up to her waist. Aran resisted his advancements desperately, but no matter how difficult she pushed, Enoch would not budge. He was a stiff rock.

She exhausted herself after several rebellions and gave up thereafter. She could feel the warm air looming over her n*ked body in full view under the blue sky. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.

Hot hands swept through her thighs… her p*lvis… her lower abdomen… each time Enoch’s hand touched her all over, her ch*st swelled.

Since it was like this, Aran was eager to finish their deed quickly, however, Enoch had yet to move on to the next stage, only looking at her body quietly.

He’d never seen her beauty clearly at night, but when daylight was in full view, he saw traces of theirlovemaking. Her thighs, in particular, were full of bite marks and discoloration, the original color of her skin unable to be seen. He’s sure that it’d be the same as well on her ch*st.

“I’m an animal.”

His desires subsided. He desired Aran, but not like this.

Sighing, he pulled down her clothes.

Aran, nervous and waiting for the action to begin, opened her eyes carefully.

“…What…”

Enoch raised her up and pulled her closer to his ch*st.

The bench in the palace garden was wide but too small and cramped for two people to lie down. And Enoch himself was much larger than the average man.

Aran flinched unconsciously at his touch.

Pulling Aran closer to him, her face ended up being buried in his arms. She could feel his pulse beating vigorously.

Enoch cupped her cheek and whispered in her ear, “You’ll be having lunch with Henen’s envoys.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

She did not know what went through his head, but this was fine, no, great.

Though his touch brought her a sense of shameful excitement…

“I’ll have food prepared for your liking. Though I’ve told you before, don’t leave anything behind. Eat all your food.”

“Yes…”

Aran carefully raised her head and looked at Enoch’s face. His eyes were closed and he looked asleep. His hand was still pressed against her.

“Excuse me.”

“Speak.”

“That… you’re not doing it?”

“If you want, we can do it now.”

“No! It’s fine!” believing that he’d change his mind at any second, Aran answered urgently.

With his eyes still closed, Enoch smiled a little. “Though I am disappointed that you’d so stubbornly deny me.”

Aran blinked. Yes. She never knew what went on his head, but this time, it did seem like he had no intention to commit the deed.

She could relax.

Her body, once nervous, calmed over time. The sound of Enoch’s pulse beating rhythmically and the warm sunshine made her drowsy.

She was in the arms of the most dangerous and capricious man she knew… the man who killed her family, the man who insulted her, that man… but… somehow… she was able to sleep comfortably in his arms.