Shielded - The Marilla Chronicles

Chapter 18

I woke up completely wrapped in his arms and pressed against bare chest. The sun was pressing down on my face, but laying in his arms like this, was calming.

I looked around astonished that I had been able to sleep in a bed. It had been so peaceful. Why had it been so peaceful?

I moved my body slightly to get more comfortable and froze. His length was pressing into my back, and he was very hard.

"I wouldn't move like that if I were you." He said in a tired laugh. He did not release me though.

I shifted my body more, moved it in a way I knew would have me weak. He groaned out, "Evil Princess."

"Someone seems excited." I purred and moved again.

His hands shifted to hold my hips stills, gripping them tightly. His breaths were shallow and I held back the urge to look over my should, to see how excited he was.

"Do not start something, you will be able to finish." He warned deeply. His breath tickled my ear as he brushed his lips up and down the ear lobe.

Goosebumps echoed out through my body. I wanted to turn and see his face, just his face. See what he looked like when he just woke up. But I turned, I knew my lips would be very close to his own.

I gently peeled his hand off my hip and got up. I kept my body and face away from accidentally turning to face him. Accidentally seeing that package that had felt so large against my back.

"We should get going." I said rubbing my eyes.

He released a heavy sigh. "I suppose you are right." He said getting up from the bed too.

"Did you sleep alright?" He asked as he pulled his shirt over his head.

I managed to get a peep of his bare chest before it was once again hidden.

"I did." I asked with amazement, "Did you drug me?"

He let out a deep chuckle at that, "Yes, I drugged you, so I could cuddle the fuck out of you."

His words caught me off guard. The amount of friendliness in them.

He got dressed into a black dress shirt and black pants before heading out of the room.

I looked out at the ocean, at the waves. I could not wait to be back in between them.

He returned with both a cup of coffee and my clothes. I gratefully took them both. I watched quietly as he began packing up a bag, full of black clothes.

"What? The clothes I have not good enough?" I asked with a fake smile as I sipped on my coffee.

His lips curved up, "I have reputation to uphold, princess." His voice was cocky and arrogant again.

"Queen." I reminded him, again.

By the smile he gave me, I knew he would not be calling me Queen any time soon.

Once he was done, he left me to get dressed in peace.

Once done I met him at the same Balcony we had flown in through. His sword was now strapped against his hip, and the wind was lightly flowing his hair around.

I walked in closer and once again, he swept me into his arms. I rested my hands on his chest. He stared at me, for several long seconds he seemed to be admiring every inch of my face.

"Malaki." I said feeling awkward about being held this close to him when we were supposed to be leaving.

"Put your hands around my neck Princess." He said giving me a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness but laced them around his neck. I muttered something about him pushing it under my breath, and his lips grew wider.