Chapter 179 - Good Evening

Katherine awoke to the regular thumping of a heartbeat. Leaving her eyes closed, she tried to grasp the dream she'd just had, not willing to let it go. In the dream Nathaniel had finally opened up to her. They were together in bed, doing things that made her hot with dėsɨrė, begging and commanding him to take her already - not that he did, in the end. Yet it was still wonderful. He even stayed with her for the night.

She felt something tug on her hair. It was a soft tug. Maybe Froseti had hopped onto her bed again, sniffing on her to see if she was edible. Though she loved the rabbit, she should really be stricter with him.

But then she remembered that Froseti had again been left behind - this time in the palace. She knotted her brows. What was that on her hair then? And while she was at it, why was the mattress slowly moving like the sea below her?

Her lids sprang open. Nathaniel. It was no dream. He was still with her. To be exact, she had buried him beneath her, completely crawling on top of him in her sleep. She dearly hoped she had not salivated on him as well. As her heart sped up with anxiety, she forced her body to stillness. Mind me, she had never slept on a man before, at least not one that wasn't family. Well, there was that one time in the chair in Nathaniel's room... but that didn't count, since it was not a bed. In bed it felt somehow closer.

First things first, she had to check how bad it was. The corners of her mouth felt neither wet nor brittle with dried saliva. That was good. None of her limbs touched bȧrė skin, so at least he could not scold her because of that. Now to the biggest problem. And it really was a big problem, right beneath her thɨġh. Big, raging hot, and hard like iron.

Heat rose in her cheeks as she wondered what she should do with that. Probably Nathaniel was still asleep, or he would not have laid this still beneath her with a hard-on, right? Yeah, probably not.

Listening to the rhythmic heartbeat under her ear, the instinctive panic slowly subsided, but her arousal remained. After yesterday it was surprising that she wanted him again already. Well, maybe not that surprising since she didn't even see the thing that throbbed against her thɨġh clearly. Though her fingers were itching to explore, she held back her curiosity. She didn't want Nathaniel to panic first thing in the morning because he woke up feeling someone touch his skin. Especially there. Still, his tall and slender body felt too good beneath her.

Carefully, she moved her hand over his ċhėst to his shoulder, then down his arm. The fabric of his shirt was smooth, thinly covering the hard edges and muscles of his body. Feeling his warmth, her mouth opened slightly. These broad shoulders, this sėxy body had sat between her legs yesterday while he ... a trembling breath left her.

He had licked her slit so thoroughly, but it was dripping wet again only thinking of his ċȧrėsses. Her whole body tingled as if he had blown the dust off an unused instrument, giving it new strings and now only a touch of its owner sufficed to make her body vibrate with music. He didn't even need to do anything.

Uncomfortable with this realization and especially the wetness that slowly leaked out of her core, she was about to move away from him, when she felt that soft tug on her hair again. She looked up - and right into that pair of crimson eyes. Instantly, her face began to burn while her breath got stuck in her throat.

"Good evening." His voice was a low rumble. She could feel the vibration under her body, and it only made matters worse. Now, her body was aching for his touch. The urge to just kiss him senseless awoke in her, but rationality told her that she had most likely bad morning breath, so she held back. But she had to get away from his body. Just what the heck was up with her?

Mumbling an "evening" back, she rushed out of bed and over to the small water basin. The icy water she splashed in her face and the cold air of the room helped somewhat. Drinking two mouthfuls also might flush down the worst of her morning breath. She was about to turn to him again, when two strong and warm arms embraced her waist, nullifying all her afford. A small gasp escaped her as the dėsɨrė rushed back into her veins.

"Are you alright?" The low husky voice made her toes curl and she had to grasp his arms as to not rub her fingers over her brėȧsts.

"Mm-hm." Forming words was impossible. It was difficult enough not to lean back against him and press against that hardness that she knew must still be there waiting for her. But her beloved wanted to wait, and she didn't want to anger him again like the last time she followed her urges. So, she had to control herself. And if she so much as felt his erection, she would be a goner.

"Katherine." A soft kiss to her shoulder where the nightgown covered her skin. She shuddered, begging for the strength to resist. "You can tell me if it was too much for you. If I did anything you didn't want, you should have stopped me."

There was a slight scolding to his tone, yet all she could do was think how ridiculous this was. He doing something she didn't want? No. Never. If anything, he did not do enough. But even that wasn't fair, since he pŀėȧsurėd her so much yesterday while holding himself back. He just wanted her to be safe. She could understand that. She even wanted that as well, and yet she would have given her life if only she could feel him completely right now. Inside her. Moving and thrusting his ċȯċk into her dripping cave.

Her head buzzed as she leaned it forward. Her voice was but a whisper as guilt and need fought in her, yet it was clear enough. "That's not it. I wanted it. I want everything. If you don't want me to take it from you right now, you should go. Give me... a few minutes to calm down."

Slowly, one at a time, she pried her fingers free of his arms, where they dug into his skin through the fabric. Inside her, she wondered if he might find her threat ridiculous. A woman, ȧssaulting a strong man like him? But she knew clearly that if she decided to follow through, he wouldn't stand a chance. Not because she was stronger or wittier, but because his own body and dėsɨrė would betray him.

The fact that he willingly let go of her and stepped back only proved her point. Yes, her husband was a wise man. He knew how convincing a woman could be if she really wanted something.

Before he left the room, Nathaniel halted at the door. His voice was somewhat raspy as if he fought his dėsɨrė as well. "We will leave for Dragsa soon. Maybe if you want something to do, you can make a list of what you need. We will stop by a town to buy it."

Then he left, and Katherine exhaled with a shudder. But the fragrance of coffee and firewood that ȧssaulted her nose in the next breath was enough to let her hands wander instinctively. Oh god, just what had he done to her? Now, that she knew how it was, would he always make her hot like this with just a glance?

Dear phoenix, please have mercy on me, she begged in her mind.. She couldn't stand this fire at all.