Chapter 35 - [Bonus ] Are You Worried

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(From Ella's Perspective)

He was... I did not know what to say. He said only kisses, but he did not just kiss. He bit me and sucked my skin. I wanted to be angry. But this was the most ridiculous thing; I was not angry, rather I enjoyed it.

And to my horror, I even moaned, and even worse, I called out his name. I heard him chuckling too. I was very embarrassed. I did not even know how to look at him after tonight. That was the moment the thought came back to me. What if something happened to him tomorrow? What if I would never see him again?

But the thought quickly drained out of me as he kept kissing my throat and then altered between my lips every now and then.

It was too much. I had to wrap my hand around his back. I did not want to, but my hand automatically went to his back from under his arm. But he told me not to do that. He said he would lose control if I did that. What was he talking about? Was he angry because I touched him like that? Or was he talking about losing his sexual control? Either way, I was a bit scared. But the second thought kept roaming in my mind. It did not only frighten me but also made my cheeks heat up. It was official now; I had lost fifty more brain cells tonight.

I moaned a few more times unintentionally. Leandro seemed to enjoy seeing the effect his kisses had on me. He did not even stop kissing me as if he did not get bored kissing the same places again and again.

I did not know when I fell asleep. But I slept comfortably. I did not even have that stupid nightmare.

It was almost morning when I woke up as a mosquito bit me. I felt very warm, more than I was supposed to. That was when I noticed that my back was pressed against his rock-hard chest and his hand was wrapped around my waist. We were so close that his breath fell directly on my neck.

But I did not feel uncomfortable. I snuggled closer to him and in his sleep, he pulled me in too. I blushed and smiled. But soon the smile fed away when I realized that I would not see him tonight. I did not understand why he was feeling so confident when those creatures were plotting to kill him.

I held his hand tightly that was on my waist. His hand was rough and very hard. But it made me feel safe. But it was not me who needed to be saved now. It was him.

There were scars on his chest, each of them very deep. If his wound could heal, then I wondered why there were still scars left. I did not ask him that. I felt it was not the right time to ask him this kind of thing.

I cautiously looked behind me at his sleeping face. He did not look like the cold-faced person he was. He looked heavenly, utterly divine.

I rolled on my side, carefully moving his hand from my waist. He was gorgeous, the most handsome man I had ever seen. I felt fortunate for being able to feel his kisses.

I waved my hand in front of his face carefully so I did not hit his nose. He did not move an inch. I felt confident. I wanted to do something. I knew it was not appropriate, but I still wanted to do it.

I brought my face near to his and almost pressed my lips on his for a quick kiss. But then at the last moment, I pulled back. I could not just kiss him like this. It would hurt me only.

I sighed and got up. I went to the bathroom and sat in the hot water bath. As the water contacted my shoulders, I felt a burning pain. I tried to see what it was, but I could not. After I finished bathing, I went to the bedroom wearing my towel only. I thought he was still sleeping.

But I was wrong. He was sitting on the bed, his face busy as if he was deep in thought. The moment I entered the room, I unintentionally hit my leg at the corner of the bed, making him look at me.

I saw him taking a sharp breath in as if he was fighting an urge. But an urge for what? For me? Or my body?

I tried to behave as if I did not care if he looked at me while I was wearing nothing but a towel. I did not know how well I acted, but I tried as much as I could.

I stood in front of the mirror, ignoring his burning gaze on me. There was a bite mark on my shoulder. It was not so big, but it was noticeable. There was a red sucking spot at the side of my neck.

"What are these?" I asked, looking at him. "You said you wouldn't bite."

"I wouldn't if you cooperated properly," he said shrugging while his eyes never left mine from the moment I entered the room.

"I did!" I protested. "I kissed you back."

"You moaned. It's your fault. I could not help but bite you," he said.

I moaned and it was my fault? How could he say that? He knew clearly that I had moaned because of him, his kisses. He talked as if anyone could stay quiet having him kiss their lips and throat.

I did not talk to him anymore. I got ready to get to the castle. I did not tie my hair today so I could hide those marks on my neck. The last thing I needed was to people staring at them. I did not know why I felt that way. I felt shy and even made several conversations in my head thinking about what I would say if someone asked me what happened there.

Leandro made breakfast as usual. It felt weird for some reason thinking that he was not going to kiss me anymore. I could not believe I was actually feeling devastated at this.

"What are you going to do, Leandro?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, taking a sip of his black tea.

"About the first class shifters. They will try to kill you. What will you do?"

"I told you I'll manage."

"Do you remember the time? It's..."

"Eleven at night. I know," he finished for me. "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course, I'm worried about you. What kind of sick question is this?" I huffed.

"Why? Why are you worried about me when you don't even know me?"

"Who said I don't know you? I know a lot about you."

"I don't think so."

"Oh come on. I know a lot of things," I said. "Your name is Leandro Gregor and you're the son of your father and mother."

"Is that what you know about me?" he asked, chuckling slightly.

"Well, I don't know the names of your father and mother. Everyone calls your father His Highness, or Lord and stuff, you know. I didn't ask you either. You would say it's none of my business."

"I might not have said that."

"I know you would. You have said the same when I asked about your mother. Anyway, I'll find out eventually," I said dismissively. "Then you have a brother. He is a horrible little git who is now a king for some weird reason. And his name is Nicklaus Gregor, nicknamed Klaus."

"He doesn't have a nickname," Leandro said.

"But that's not fair. His character has a nickname. I mean, Nicklaus Mikaelson has a nickname. They call him Klaus."

"That's not my brother, Ella. He is a fictional character and hot as well, not as much as me though, as you said."

I looked down, feeling my cheeks flush. He remembered everything I said. It kind of made me feel good along with awkward. I had the tendency to talk a lot if I got comfortable with someone which was a very rare and almost impossible thing to happen. Because of my fast and chaotic talking, I would talk my mind even when it was inappropriate. I cleared my throat and looked at him as if nothing happened.

"Anyway, your brother is one year younger than you which means he is 21. I have never seen him though. And you had a sister once too. But she is not in the world anymore," I said this very quickly so he could not catch the part of his sister much. "And your favorite color is black. That's because you think that your heart is dark. After all, you're a monster.. You're a bit stupid thinking this though."

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