My King

Chapter 29 - Within the flowers.

Chapter 29 – Within the flowers.

Marcys Savage

Stupid fucker!

Thinks he can just fuck me, and all will be forgotten – He got another thing coming. Holding a grudge is one of my specialties, and when in control, my memory is sharp as fuck. He can't fuck the memory out of me, no matter how much he tries. It lives in there, in its own little cottage, just waiting for the apology of a lifetime.

The gigantic bathtub, I've come to love, was calling my name the second I entered our chamber. The light switch was turned on, illuminating the large bathroom with the light coming from the ceiling. The bathtub was standing tall as always, just begging to be filled with water and a bath bomb. I turn on the tap and turn it to fervent heat, loving the feeling of the hot water burning my skin. I turn to the sink, and look underneath in the cabinet, finding the blue lagoon bath bomb, my favorite, because it reminds me of my mate's blue oceans. The color so familiar, and alike.

I shed my clothes from my aching bones, and throw in the bomb, watching in fascination as the color expand out to every corner of the water. I step in and lean my back against the tubs side. I hiss in slight discomfort as my body break through the barrier to the water, feeling the fervent heat enter my body, loosening the aching muscles. After the rough fucking I was given by my mate, this was just what I needed.

I tried sitting down, when I came back to our chamber, but the pain shot up my spine, leaving me to wince at the stabbing pain. I squirmed on the bed a few times trying and failing to get comfortable on the soft surface. My muscles were tense and shooting pain throughout my worn body.

My ass is fucking killing me. It feels like it's in flames, and the soreness leave me with an aching throbbing. My ass is legit on fire, and every time I move the slightest the flames spread like a wildfire in a forest.

I'm going to kill Luka for this.

My senses pick up on the sound of the door creaking open slowly, followed by heavy footsteps, which judging by the sound, is currently coming my way. The sweet aroma of an unknown flower drift up my nose, and I find myself enjoying the scent this flower is emitting. I hum lowly at the pleasant odor, and crane my neck to look upon the door, that is ajar, waiting to see the source of the amazing odor. I strain my neck in an uncomfortable angle in an attempt to see better through the crack in the door. My neck start aching little by little, and just as I'm about to give up on my mission, Luka walks through the door, flowers in hand.

He is dressed in only a pair of loose joggers, he jumped in after our bedroom adventure, successfully showing off his defined abs, and dipping v line. His hand is clutching a bundle of beautiful flowers, nervously. His fingers are fumbling with the stems of the flowers, as he clutches them so tightly, the poor flowers must be choking in despair. He fiddles with them slightly, and his feet sway as he shifts from one foot to the other, showing even more of what a nervous wreck, he is.

He smiles crookedly at me, scanning my naked body from my head to my toe sticking out of the water. I feel my body inflame, and I scold my hardening cock, as he drinks in my appearance. Temptation within reach, but I break the chain, not ready to take on another bedroom adventure with him.

"My love" He whispers fondly, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. "I picked these flowers, because they remind me of your gorgeous vibrant grey diamonds. I know this won't make up for what I said, but I hoped that it would be a start of my long apology to you"

His words warm my heart, but my stubbornness is not feeling it.

"Thank you" I say, reaching out for the beautiful flowers, he's clutching so tightly. I cradle them to my chest, as he hands them to me, before sniffing their sweet aroma. A moan slips out through my parted lips at the delicate odor the flower emits, and I don't miss the pained groan coming from my mate as the sound leaves my lips. I look up to stare upon his blue oceans, swirling with so many emotions, mostly love and adoration. A loving smile gracing his lips, complementing the tender look in his eyes.