The Reluctant Queen

Chapter 17

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It was hot. Hot, but so comfortable. My mind was fuzzy, still a bit drunk off the wine I had the night before. I sighed, trying to stretch, but my body was constricted. My arms were held tightly. I groaned, the alcohol almost lulling me to sleep again.

There was a growl, a buzz under my fingers.

I wiggled this time, trying to free my arms, only to get a tight, hug-like action in return.

My eyes popped open and the sweet drunk feeling left me quickly. Adrian had me wrapped in his arms, his legs around mine. I was trapped by him in every sense of the word.

And it felt so comfortable that I almost hadn't noticed.

My arms were tight against his chest, but I could feel him, his chest bare under my hands. His eyes were closed and his breathing slow. Never had I seen him so relaxed. He was always handsome, but for some reason, seeing him like this, he was even more attractive.

It was like seeing a lover instead of the king I grew to dislike.

I shivered and this earned me yet again another growl like sound coming deep from his chest.

"Sophia, please. Let us sleep a little longer." He mumbled as he pulled me in closer to him with a sigh. For a moment I wanted to cave into his words, to close my eyes and go back to sleep. I wanted to enjoy this vision of him in a different light while I still had it.

But I couldn't.

I shoved at his chest again, not hard enough to really do anything other than annoy him. He grumbled but let me go. "Going to be sick?" I shook my head as I swung my legs over the bed. Though after he mentioned it, I wasn't feeling as blissful as when I first woke up. The sun was coming through the curtains, giving me a wonderfully deep headache and my mouth was so dry I couldn't think of anything else.

"I need water." I mumbled. He propped himself on his elbow, watching me as I walked over to the dresser to pour myself a glass.

"You drank too much yesterday." I said nothing, my body still facing the wall as I drank. "You won't be drinking that much again. Ever."

"Oh?"

"Don't mock me. You need to take care of your health. The blood bond is a serious ceremony and you need to be fit when we complete it." He got out of bed and I could hear his footsteps as he walked over to me. "I won't allow you to treat yourself in such a way."

"It's my body and-"

"No, it's not. It's mine now. Mine to look after, to take care of." His hands rested on my shoulders. "Let's not bicker about it. Come back to bed."

I shook my head. I may be chained to this room but that didn't mean that I had to subject myself to his advances. At least not willingly.

I let out a yelp as I was lifted off the floor and practically tossed onto the bed. As quick as lightning he was on top of me. His hands holding mine above my head while straddling my hips. My chest rose and fell in shock. I couldn't speak, just looked up at him wide-eyed.