The Protectors Trial

18. The Calm before the Storm

Chelsea POV

I nuzzled in closer against Marcels chest, we had spent the rest of our Saturday in bed, also the kitchen, his office, I smiled shaking my head of the thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" He glided a hand through my hair, as the other continued to rub my back.

"Trying to not think of anything else, but this," I placed a kiss on his chest.

"I won't be gone long, you know that right?" The more he told me, the more my anxiety increased.

"Stop saying it then!" I sat up quickly snatching the pillow under his head, he looked up at me as a smirk stretched across his face.

I started hitting him with the pillow.

"Alright alright," he laughed taking back the pillow, his laugh was like the sun coming out on a dreary rainy day, or finishing the last page of an incredible book.

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling my against his chest.

"I've got to get going soon," I started to chew the inside of my cheek, "who else is going with you?" I whispered placing a light kiss to his skin.

He exhaled slowly, "It's just myself, Seralina and a few other Protectorate guards that I trust."

I nodded as he took my hand kissing it lightly.

"Shower? And then I'll get you back to your dorm?" I looked up into his pleading eyes, I could never say no to those bright turquoise eyes.

"Shower first," I agreed, slipping from his grasp, "if it's a good shower maybe I'll let you walk me back to my dorm," I bit my lip standing up in all of my naked glory before him.

"If you can walk," he growled, instantly moving in front of me tossing me over his shoulder. A small scream to escape me, as he made his way onto the bathroom.

His vampiric speed displayed a huge distance between our species that and the thirst for blood, it would be scary for any enemy to come up against him, especially during bloodlust.

"Maybe you should have a bath," he frowned setting me down looking over some of my bruises.

Sighing loudly "fine," his eyes flicked to mine for approval, I giggled, gesturing to the bruises covering my legs, "you're right as usual."

He chuckled shaking his head stepping down into the large bath adjusting some taps as water flowed down the steps into the bath. It was incredible enveloping the room in a mist, I sat on the edge waiting for the bath to fill. The water on my feet felt amazing as it trickled by them.

It wasn't long until Marcel turned off the taps and turned to me in all his glory wading through the water towards me. His eyes raked over my body darkening, I took in his stature he is so dreamy.

Suddenly he stopped raising a hand beckoning me to come to him.

My eyes locked with his as I slid off the step into the warm water, I bit my lip stifling a moan as the water enveloped my body.

I waded my way through the water over to him, I looked up at him dancing my hands up his chest, he hummed in approval. I began to kiss his chest but was stopped by a finger under my chin. Tilting my head he gazed over my face as he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and delicate, he began to kneel down into the water without our lips leaving each others.

I knelt down moving my thighs either side of his placing my hands on his back, feeling him hard against my stomach I moaned into his mouth grinding my hips forward, causing him to smile against my lips.