The king understood it. He backed off and picked up a water glass; they made it from the mud.
He held it in front of her "drink it," he said in his accent. Even though Eve does not know such weird languages, she understood. He asked her to drink the water.
Eve looked at him, but when he looked at her face with a smile, she lowered her face and refused to look at him; she was so tense that she was biting her lower lips because she wanted to hide the fear.
The king handed her the mug "drink it," he again tried, finally she took the cup, but when she touched his big and warm hand, she almost let the mug slip away from her grip, the king was the wise one, he used his other hand and grabbed the glass.
Then handed it to her like a gentleman. Finally, Eve got water; she gulped the water in one go; she did not even stop until there was not one drop of water left.
"Do you understand anything of what I am saying? The king asked when he saw she was finally getting calm.
Eve looked at him, confused. The fear was still in his eyes, but it confused her even more. She failed to understand his words.
He shook his head. She at least could understand he was asking her if she understood anything. She shook her head in response.
The king felt frustrated, not because she understood anything. Instead, he got any because he couldn't make her understand. So now he couldn't even talk to her.
He was looking with an intense stare; Eve noticed his eyes on her, so she looked up and met him. For a second, tiny, her breath stopped. Before this, she has only seen his size, not his face,
Now that she was looking at him directly, she was shocked; his face was the best portrait painting she had ever seen in her whole life, the most beautiful part was his eyes.
He has the most beautiful blue eyes she wanted to catch in her camera "wow," without her acknowledgment, she said aloud, this was the second time the king heard her voice, but this time he listened to her clear sweet voice, the first he only discovered her scary scream.
Her voice sounded like music in his ear. He smiled, showing off his cutest dimple on his giant handsome. Eve's eyes widened. She realized that even though he looked scary, he was also attractive.
The king saw the admiration in her eyes, a sudden possessiveness built up inside his heart. His mind and spirit were fighting against the heat in his body. Hell, before passionate feelings rushed through his lower body.
His facial expression changed, he leaned over, now they become too close, Eve jumped back as he came closer, she froze, their body separated by a hair's breadth, the king took a deep breath; she breathed like sandalwood, and he smelled like fresh nature, also something she couldn't figure it out.
"You're so beautiful!" the king was looking into her eyes and praised her beauty. Eve was still in shock. She failed to see the lust in the king's eyes. The king raised his hand and stroked her curly hair. Her heart beat faster.
"I- Eve opened her mouth to say something, but the king's sudden action pushed back her word inside her stomach, he catches her lips with his warm and big mouth, Eve forced to swallow her word with his breath, her shoulder shivered as he raised his hand and pushed her head toward him to get more access of her petite mouth.
Eve raised her hands to push him away. Still, the king grabbed her hand with his other hand; she struggled against his body as he sucked her lips; she was like a weak deer struggling with a hound.
Eve was not much different from other girls in the city. Eve was slim all over, and she likes her body as she is. Still, for the first time, she felt too small against a giant man in size and strength.
She failed to use her legs, so she used her legs, but she was not matching a hulk brazen like him; he kissed her furiously no matter how much she struggled; he only stopped when he saw her face turn red from the lack of air.
Eve knew it was no use struggling to escape. She stopped moving. He let go of her hand and caressed her face. "Breath," but she didn't understand it. He felt helpless. He just met her a few hours ago, yet he felt a special bond with her.
She looked anywhere but him, he clasped her face 'look at me," he said possessively, the king knows she doesn't understand him, but at least she should look at his face so that he could see her beautiful face and her sparkling eyes.
Her lips turned red from his forceful kiss, which made her more alluring. Her small mouth, which was like a magical cave for him, aroused him. He leaned over and gave a slight peak; he smiled again. She looked at him with her angry eyes.
"Why are you doing this to me? She asked. He became confused. She felt more frustrated because he was like her; they couldn't understand each other.
But he could feel her emotion. Tears built in her eyes. Still, she looked like a stubborn tigress to him, who refused to let go of her tears; he kissed her over her eyes.
"Don't cry," he tried to coax her; Eve looked at him. He hugged her tightly in his arms and stroked her back. She could tell he was trying to persuade her, but his gentle gesture made her sad.
She suddenly cried in a loud voice. He stroked her back gently and let her cry until she poured out all her tears.
Her stomach growled loudly; she hid her face in his chest to hide her embarrassment; although the king doesn't understand her words, he clearly understands her movement. He laughed when he saw she was hiding her face in his arms to hide her embarrassment.
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Caged By The Island King
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