BLOOD OF KHARIS

CHAPTER 27: PAST

MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE UPDATE! 😭

Leonidas gently pats her back, as she calms down. It was good that she did because he is certainly furious.

"I'll kill him," he says, making Kharis break the hug.

"You can't!" she exclaims looking at him as he examines her puffy eyes. She wipes her tears, before saying in a lower voice, "You can't"

"I can and I will."

"What explanation will you possibly give to the king? That you have a woman? You have a human woman who he...attacked?"

She is right, killing royalty because an ordinary human was harmed in Bethillore has never been done, and in the eyes of wearhs, it is a statement that the 'ordinary human' has value. If such attention is drawn to Kharis, she would be in danger, but the thought that the prince could go scot-free has him fuming.

Gently placing her hand on his arm, she smiles gently, "I am alright Kieran. To be transparent, I thought you would blame me."

"Why would I do that?"

"Well...you saw me in the arms of another when you told me to not speak with him."

"It was not of your own doing."

She nods, "Still, I am glad you gave me a chance to clear the air."

He hums in response, placing his head on her shoulder.

"...Why were you upset earlier?" she asks, slowly running her hand through his hair.

"I was jealous. I hate the attention he gave you, and despise the look on his face when he stared at you. You're mine."

A smile makes its way to her face as she nods. "I am yours."

He lifts his head, staring into her eyes. Kharis' smile remains on her face, her hand tucking his white hair behind one of his ears.

Leonidas presses his lips against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. Kharis sighs, opening her mouth, and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

A moan escapes her as she wraps her arms around his neck. He breaks the kiss, dragging his lips to her neck where his tongue teases her bite mark.

Kharis whimpers holding him close, sucking in a breath as his fangs sink into her rich brown skin.

The woman feels her core soaking with need, eyes closed, feeling him withdraw from her skin after drinking to his fill, looking at her, his eyes red.

In a swift move, Kharis is on the bed, with Leonidas on top of her. Her chest moves up and down, staring at the man above her. He leans over capturing her lips again as his hand pushes up her dress while caressing her thighs.

"Kieran," she whispers, breaking the kiss. The woman below him, still in her jewelry, is beautiful, her lust-filled eyes are on him, and only him, her body responding to his caresses.

She is a queen, his queen.

The wearh places his fingers on her mound, earning a light gasp from her.

He dips his head, attacking her neck, as he pushes down his bottoms to free his length.

"Ah!" Kharis moans out, feeling him push himself into her.

This is the second time he has been inside her, and it still feels foreign...good but foreign.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking at her.

She nods, holding onto him as he gently pulls out and pushes himself back inside her.

Her hands move, exploring his body as he picks up his pace, hearing the sound of their skin colliding.