Zepher

Chapter 4-Awaking With The King

Chapter 4- Awaking with the King

The sun was bright in my room, and the silver bed frame glowed. I stared out my window for a minute taking in the heat that radiated through it. A soft breeze danced along my skin. I stretched yawning, and laid on my back. Thats when I remembered, mainly because I noticed that his arm was still tight around my waist, that I had a king in my bed. I suddenly became very aware of how I looked, my slip was pulled up above my butt and my stomach his hand was low on my hip and my hair must have been a mess. I tried to squirm my slip down without waking him.

“I’m awake my love, and it’s fine.” he half growled, clearly I had either woken him up, or he was just getting there. I tried to pull it down at this point but his grip held me in place as be pulled me to face him. his eyes were still closed, and his hair was pulled back into a braid. One of his arms was underneath one of my pillows while the other ran up and down over my hip. He had clearly changed during the night, and was wearing nothing but loose pants. My eyes were stuck on his chest and shoulders. His shoulders were so wide and as I imagined he was carved from stone. Even with his muscles relaxed his body was perfect. I started to relax into my pillow while his arm pulled me closer. I closed my own eyes and started to drift back into sleep. He half growled at me.

“I have never slept better in my entire life.” Then he kissed my forehead, “Please may we just stay here for a while, I do not feel like returning to that crazy house they call a castle.” thats when it hit again, the memories of the night before including Daminia. My body froze, trying to pull out of his grasp, my eyes closed tight fighting back tears. I rolled away from him, trying to get as far from his side of the bed as possible. I was yanked back  suddenly, and my eyes flew open,  staring back at his vibrant blue ones. A tear or two was sliding down my face and his hand was there wiping them away.

“No, no my love, we will talk about it. I have a lot to apologize for.” He said his eyes soft with hurt, and he began kissing my cheeks. “I love you Rayne, my soul is yours forever.” With that his lips found mine and I forgot the pain and the hurt. His hands were on my hips and he was suspended above me. He kissed be me softly and soon that softness turned to rough. My legs wrapped around his waist and I could feel his hard shaft pressing up my stomach, and I never wanted anything more. He pulled his pants off and my slip, kissing violently down my neck. Then suddenly we heard the door open. 

“My King, may I respectfully say that this is how Rayne came into existence and I would rather you did not partake of her within my home.” My father stumbled out, his head bowed. I felt Zepher let out a breath and roll to the side, sitting up with the blanket barley covering his lower half.

“Of course Tagar, I’m sorry, I did not mean to disrespect you.” Zepher replied, bowing his head to my father. The look across Fathers face made me almost laugh. It was astonishment that the King had admitted wrong to his guard. It must have been a first. As my father exited the room, I laid back on my pillows pulling the blanket up to cover myself. I looked over at Zepher wondering how I had let him do that. Never in my life had I been touched by a man, and I never thought I would let someone do it so easily, especially a very well experienced thousands of years old man. I closed my eyes leaning further back into my feather pillows. I felt him get up and my heart broke a little, I half expected him to stay with me all day. But he was the king after all. I didn’t dare watch him leave, it would have broken my heart too much. He spoke to me softly as be began getting dressed.

“Has anyone ever given you a tour of the castle?” The comment surprised me so I opened my eyes.

“No, my first time even seeing the inside was at the ball.” I replied, watching his muscles work as he pulled his shirt over his head. A grin appeared on his face as he noticed me watching. He put a little swing in his step as he walked up to my bed. Leaning down he kissed my forehead.