Darkness Enthralled

Chapter Eleven

***Please read the note at the bottom!!!****

~Chapter Eleven~

After escaping Aleksandr's enticing clutches, I had finally emerged from the bathroom. The tips of my fingers were now shriveled up and wrinkled from soaking in the water for too long and my hair fell down my back in waves to air dry.

We had taken a very long and drawn out bath where I had proceeded to tell him my opinion about his furnishing. I had spoke calmly but with a slight demanding attitude, that I did not like the idea of trying to shower in peace but someone could watch me from the tub. I definitely did not like the way the shower and the bathtub were situated. Though, Aleksandr of course had told me that he was my mate and that it shouldn't matter if he gazed upon my body and that he had every right to do so. The jerk had proved his point by scanning his eyes down my nude frame. That had riled me up fast.

Why don't men understand that women need their privacy sometimes? I love being with Aleksandr but there will come a time where I want to be by myself and I am sure he will have a moment like that as well.

So after telling him as much, I had left the scolding, hot water and fled the bathroom calmly. If he didn't want to take into consideration my feelings, I was not going to make a big deal about it. My parents had been telling me how my room may appear all of my life. Aleksandr doing the same won't kill me, it won't make me happy but it won't hurt me physically. Honestly, I can come to accept the way the room is situated. This uncomfortableness must stem from only knowing him for a month and would most likely disappear after some more time.

All of sudden I felt a warm mass press into my back pulling a startled gasp from my throat. Arms corded thick with muscle weaved around my waist. "It will be changed if you wish it Seraphina," Aleksandr's deep baritone rang out as he pushed his nose into the crease of my neck.

I quickly turned around in his grasp to face him, expression marred with confusion. "What will be changed?"

Leaning his forehead to mine, a hand rose up and buried in my blonde tresses. "The bathroom," he kissed me once. "Unless you have changed your mind. . ." I did not miss the hope underlining his statement.

"If it's not a hassle, I would prefer a more. . . reserved style."

Aleksandr's auspicious expression morphed into a pout, if possible on him. "Though I do not understand your timid or insecure actions, consider it done," he sighed.

I smiled brightly and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him in for a slow kiss. When I dashed away from his arms, Aleksandr's irises were once again fogging into blackness.

"If you actually want to make it out of our quarters today, you better stop teasing me little Nymph," he growled. Aleksandr spoke as he followed my skipping form to the kitchenette.

I plopped down at a stool that sat in front of the breakfast bar. "I'm hungry. Make me something?" I jutted out my bottom lip with a pleading glance in Aleksandr's direction.

He didn't have to be asked twice. Quickly he moved towards the cabinets and began pulling out pans along with various food items. "Bacon and waffles?" I smiled sweetly as I nodded my head in approval.

Aleksandr never denied me when I asked him to make me food. For some reason I think it had to do with my constant forgetfulness. I had always found myself, even in the land of the Innocents, skipping meals unknowingly and sleeping past breakfast. Of course it did not phase me until a raging hunger would eventually hit me like a punch to the gut.

That was exactly what had happened on the night I returned to Aleksandr with an apology. After our intense coupling my stomach had rumbled quite loudly, startling me and forcing concerned accusations out of Aleksandr's mouth. He had asked when the last time I had ate was and when the answer was not to his liking, Aleksandr lost it. He had immediately risen from the bed forcing me to as well, ranting on how I can't starve myself and I need to take better care of my body. He had literally went ballistic and demanded I ate then and there, though I had wanted to return to bed. Aleksandr would not here of it though and so I admitted defeat, though I drew the line when he once again tried to feed me every fork full.