Chapter 767 Can't

Chapter 767 Can't

Monica slept for a long time, but her hands didn't release Khan's pullover for even a second. Her body prioritized keeping him close over her usual snoring.

In turn, Khan remained exactly in his position, only moving his hands to caress Monica. He didn't care about the chaos unfolding in the outside world during that time. Monica had earned every second he could give her.

Almost half a day had to pass for a change to happen in Monica's mana. A tremor ran through her aura, and her cloudy eyes slowly opened. A familiar scent invaded her nostrils, making her weak voice escape her throat. "Are you really here?"

Khan halted his caresses. His hands closed on Monica's cheeks as he carefully lifted her head. A barrier of curls hid her face, but Khan could still spot the dried-up tears that hindered her vision, and his thumbs promptly wiped them off.

"I'm here," Khan whispered.

Monica seemed still half-asleep. She barely understood Khan's words but recognized his voice, and her hands finally let go of his pullover. Her fingers rose, running over Khan's chest, shoulders, and, ultimately, hair before a sob escaped her mouth.

Tears accumulated in Monica's eyes as the realization sank in. Khan had truly returned, and her arms applied the little strength she had to pull him closer. Khan didn't dare oppose her, and the two fell into a kiss while wet lines ran down her cheeks.

At first, Khan and Monica limited themselves to pressing on each other's lips. It was a slow, romantic moment of reunion. However, Monica's mouth eventually opened, and her tongue searched for Khan's as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Khan fell prey to the moment. He responded to the more sensual kiss, letting go of Monica's cheeks to slide his hands on her waist. He didn't pull her, but she spread her legs anyway to get as close as possible to him.

Heavy breathing reached Khan's ears as Monica began to rub her waist on his groin. She was on autopilot, her still-weak mind prey to basic urges. She could only think about getting as much Khan as possible, and her passion almost tempted him.

Nevertheless, Khan could see Monica's state through his closed eyes. He would break her even if he tried to be as gentle and slow as possible, so he pushed on her waist, forcing her to separate.

"You must eat," Khan said at the half-confused, half-drowsy face before him.

"Khan," Monica begged, leaning forward to try to reach for Khan's mouth. Yet, Khan lifted a hand to her face to stop her, caressing her cheek with his thumb. UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

"Eat first," Khan muttered in a caring tone.

Khan's tone and the kindness radiated by his thumb made Monica accept the directive. She nodded and curled on Khan's lap, hiding her face in his neck. She didn't really understand what Khan wanted, but he would take care of that.

Khan almost slammed his fist on the wall to quickly activate the room's menus and gain access to the space station's various services. The structure didn't have luxurious restaurants, but anything would do now. Khan only needed Monica to eat.

Monica's long sleep had updated the entire space station about Khan's location, so receiving an order from his room activated every available service. It only took a few minutes for someone to knock on the door, and Khan went to retrieve the items while Monica clung to his neck.

The soldier who delivered the pile of trays only managed to steal one glance at the scene before a chilling aura sent his eyes to the floor. Khan wasted no time retrieving the metal cart and sealing the door again before returning to the bed's edge.

Monica remained on Khan while he lay and opened all the trays on the bed. He had ordered enough food for ten people, but no hunger assaulted his stomach. His thoughts existed only for Monica now.

Khan read Monica's concern on her face and understood her thoughts when she reached for his cheek. She wanted to pass her warmth to his expression, but he took her hand, slightly moving it away.

"Exposing myself led to this mess," Khan explained. "I'll never show my feelings or anything again."

"Not even to me?" Monica questioned, her tone a mixture of sadness and longing.

Khan inspected Monica before losing himself in the sight. Traces of her exhaustion were still there, but he had never seen a more beautiful face. Love affected his vision, but his feelings spoke truth.

A blue light began to shine on Monica's face, gradually gaining intensity. Khan had allowed his eyes to light up, which glowed brighter than ever. Merely looking at Monica could cause that reaction.

"That's my fiancé," Monica giggled, freeing herself of Khan's grasp to dive her fingers into his hair. "I was worried you didn't like me anymore."

"Unluckily for you," Khan scoffed, "I plan on venting all my future problems on you for the rest of my life."

"Scoundrel," Monica smiled, her voice turning into an affectionate whisper. "I love you more than everything."

Khan pulled Monica closer, but she lowered her head when she realized something. Khan's last line reminded her of his duties, which had only increased after getting acknowledged as a Prince.

"When are you leaving again?" Monica questioned, evident fear in her voice. She was scared to hear the reply.

"I still have to talk with my father," Khan said. "Then, I have to settle things with the Nognes family, the Global Army, the Empire, and the traitors. I'd say a few months before I'm off to Baoway again."

"A few months," Monica repeated, "In which you'll always be busy. Is this one of the few days we'll be able to spend together?"

Monica kept her head lowered, but the lack of replies made her peek at Khan. His face was still expressionless, but she could see his hidden frown.

"What are you saying?" Khan stated. "The next time I go to Baoway, you'll come with me."

"With you?!" Monica gasped before recalling her status. "But I can't."

"Can't doesn't exist anymore," Khan declared, his domineering voice perfectly matching his glowing eyes.

The rational side of Monica's mind knew all the problems connected to the matter. Yet, her doubts disappeared when she looked at Khan. She knew he would make that possible, and the reassurance left room for another emotion.

"Oh, Khan," Monica exclaimed, jumping on Khan in an urge of teary happiness. Needless to say, the two didn't speak anymore, and the trays that had remained on the mattress fell during the mess that followed.

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Author's notes: As always, thank you for the many gifts.