Diana was sitting alone in the deepest part of a cave she found.
She was still somewhere in the demon territory, waiting for a piece of meat to cook properly.
Her mind was elsewhere, thinking about Cayn's cooking.
Last time he told her he will deal with some matters and come back for good.
It's been months and this week she had slain the third-ranked demon god. Only two remained, but with Ariel's information, they were much stronger compared to the others. Actually, they could win against all their fellow gods alone. Diana knew she wasn't at that level yet.
Yeah, for now.
Her beautiful gem eyes were glowing brightly under the light of the fire.
It has been a long time since she had a taste of his cooking, and of him...
She missed him, and it seemed like this feeling weighed on her heart that made her unable to advance. She was thinking about him too much these past few days.
She sighed and took the meat out of the fire.
She started eating it, alone.
Her surroundings were quiet, only the sounds of wood burning filled the empty cave.
Crack.
Diana took her lips away from her food, freezing in motion.
Crack.
The sound of footsteps on branches from the entrance of the cave reached her ear.
She gently put down the stick of meat and looked ahead, waiting, because she know, who was coming for her.
His figure approached her, entering the last room of the cave.
His silver ring was shining with the fire.
His dragon-black eyes were brightly glowing, staring at her.
Diana didn't why she couldn't move or talk.
Was it because she had missed him?
She didn't know.
He stood before her while she was still sitting on the ground.
With his height, she had only reached his thigh.
Cayn is in front of me.
My man is here, she thought, as she raised her eyes to look at him.
He raised his right hand, patting her head and hair before catching her face, his thumb running back and forth on her cheek softly.
As soft as he wanted she could still feel his coarse hands and strong fingers holding her tightly.
He held her chin and cheeks and raised her head.
Suddenly they were teleported to their palace.
In their room, Diana was still on the ground.
"I missed you," she said with a sweet voice while he played with her lips with his thumb.
"I know," he answered as he held her cheek and raised her to stand.
She placed her hands on his chest, he gently pushed her soft hair behind her ear as he looked at her intensely.
Those eyes... This domineering look... Diana's breath gradually got heavier...
"I said, I missed you," She spoke again with a bit of an attitude.
His eyes got colder, she felt the roughness of his hands.
She shouldn't have spoken up.
His right hand slowly felt her cheek all the way to the back of her head, his fingers gently grabbed her hair, then pulled it fast, making her raise her head to look at him closely with his tall stature.
She breathed in quickly as he pulled her by her hair for her figure to fall on his body.
He raised his left hand, his fingers lightly running on her cheek, down to her neck, to her shoulder. His fingers ran back to her neck, "You were saying?" his voice became imposing as his hand wrapped around her neck.
"I," she didn't dare say it.
He suddenly picked her up and threw her on the bed.
She sat there nervously, raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
"W-wait, I am not wearing, any good lingerie," even if her clothes had no blood from the fights, she didn't imagine doing it in these clothes she fought with.
Cayn stood there in silence.
He sighed, turned around and looked away.
"Take it off," he said with his coarse voice.
She was about to go to her closet, but before she could stand up he spoke again.
"I said, take it off, right there," from his voice she could feel he didn't want to say it again.
She took a deep breath and started taking off her clothes bit by bit, until she was sitting in the bed fully naked.
"I am done," She didn't know why she was getting shy all of a sudden.
He had already seen everything, but she was still embarrassed, and especially in this she always wanted to show him her beautiful and prepared side of her.
She always, wanted it to be special...
He didn't turn around and slowly opened the buttons of his shirt.
Diana kept watching the beautiful scene of her man undressing. Even if she saw it a millionth times this hard-trained and scarred body was still the best masterpiece that fell in her eyes.
She watched his broad back as he took off his shirt. What she didn't expect was that he still didn't turn around. He took a step back and handed her his shirt still facing her with his back.
She confusedly took it from him.
"Wear it," he said as he walked back to where he was standing.
She was puzzled, but she still did, making her figure look small compared to the shirt that almost fell to her knees. She closed its buttons, "I did," and said softly.
He finally turned around, taking a good look at her before walking up to her.
She watched his movements, which looked different than his domineering self.
He suddenly knelt on the ground and placed his hands on her thighs.
He was gentle.
"Are you comfortable wearing that?" He asked.
She nodded like a little girl to his caring eyes.
"If you want to have lingerie every time I wouldn't say no," he continued.
She nodded again, he would never force her.
"But do you know why I gave you the shirt?" he asked.
She shook her head.
His eyes suddenly flashed with a ray of cold light.
"I could have become the strongest long before, if my mind didn't wander every now and then, imagining doing you in my clothes..."
Diana's eyes widened in surprise. Her cheeks suddenly became red. Her sleeved covered most of her hands, using them to hide her face while she looked away shyly.
"You're doing this on purpose," she murmured.
"Not being able to stop thinking about you?"
"Stop,"
"Not being able to-"
She turned around with a mad face that interrupted him.
"You won't shut up?" She asked daring him.
"I wonder, can I?" he smiled teasingly.
She held his chin, stood up and made him stand alongside her.
Her eyes turned cold when she pushed him onto the bed, making him lay his back on the sheets as she sat on top of him.
"Then I will shut you up," she said leaning in.
"Good, and I will make you scream," he said with an evil grin.
She smirked while her face paused so close to his.
"Good..."