Third person's pov
Stirring slightly, Meera scrunched her eyes due to the strong sunlight falling on her face. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she slowly opened her eyes to see a bright blue sky, seagulls flying around, and the sun shining brightly. Frowning she tried to remember what on earth she is doing outside. Just when she tried to get up, a hand around her waist pulled her down. Widening her eyes she turned her head sideways to see mesmerizing green eyes staring at her, for how long, don't know.
Elijah woke up a good half an hour earlier than his doe. The sight that greeted him was breathtaking. Along with the beautiful rising sun and beach, he got to see his doe snuggled to his chest, breathing softly. Her hair covered his chest and the side of her head, and her one hand was resting on his chest. Without her trying she looked too beautiful to be true, to exist even. He was captivated. Her skin glowing with the soft morning sun rays falling on her, the black eyelashes hiding her onyx eyes touching her cheekbones, her cheeks squished to his chest, and her mouth slightly parted. She looked adorable and extremely soft. That he couldn't control himself and ran his fingers along every feature of her face, from tracing her sharp eyebrows to her straight nose, parted lips, jawline, and neck. He watched her sleep like a creep. Observing her every moment and feeding it to his memories forever. He felt his chest fill with warmth. He didn't want it but also can't help it. Unintentionally it happened. Just when she stirred, her eyes and nose scrunched cutely like a baby who got disturbed while sleeping, his heart fluttered weirdly, and a soft admiring smile formed on his lips. He quietly observed her like she was his baby, and that she was for him, his doe, his baby.
Blinking to rid the sleep and confusion of her mind, she blindly stared back at him, remembering the last night, specifically their first date, and how she fell asleep in his arms stargazing. Like an avalanche, several emotions crashed her, shame, guilt, self-reprimand, anger, fear. She can tell, he can easily see her every emotion reflected through her eyes by his frowning. And suddenly she became painfully aware of their position, snuggling on the couch together under the blanket. Feeling self-conscious she got up abruptly, comforter falling on the sand in the process. Standing, she fixed her dress. Tucking a strand of hair, she glanced at him sitting up. Immediately she ran inside the mansion, to avoid any kind of confrontation. Last night was a mistake. She shouldn't have allowed it to happen. Now he will think he can do more things to her. No, she has to clear things. Last night whatever she did was a moment's weakness, nothing else.
Elijah saw her run inside after she panicked. He himself was confused by his changing behavior. Sighing, he laid back down, thinking about himself since the moment he saw her. She, like a storm, wrecked his world. He is changing, specifically becoming soft. He never cuddled like he did last night or showed any kind of affection. If anyone saw him last night, they wouldn't have believed their eyes. Elijah Mancini was known as a ruthless prince for a reason. And currently, that very title was threatened by his behavior towards his doe. He is not as hard and rough with her since the pool incident. Should he be worried about this, or should go back to the way he was with her? He knows he couldn't. From the moment he got aware of his feelings for her, a strange protectiveness grew in him for her. He remembers how he can't tolerate seeing her sad and hurt. And till now he is the reason for all of her pain. He recalls the way he brought her true self back and arranged the date, which he never did before. Anyone in her shoes would have been over the moon for the special treatment from him, but not her. She was annoyed, to say the least, and he irritated her more. He loved doing it. She is so cute and tempting while angry. He just wants to jump on the bed with her whenever she pouts and frowns angrily in frustration. She is freaking gorgeous!
He watched the sky above with his both hands behind his head in a laying position. The blue cloudless sky resembles his life which used to be a grey, dark cloud-filled stormy sky. But like a sun, his doe brightened it. Her mere presence is enough to light up his life. And he desperately wants it to stay the same since he got the taste of it. So it doesn't matter if he becomes soft. He is changing only for his doe, he is soft and caring only for her. Only she can see his this side, only her. And it's only for her, his doe, nobody else.
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Meera sat on the couch in the living room, facing the glass wall and looking over the forest after she was done cleaning the kitchen. They just had lunch which she cooked and he was washing the dishes. She couldn't care less about him. She just wanted to distract herself to keep her mind from reverting to last night and today morning. So, when she came downstairs after taking a bath which took longer than usual as her mind was stuck on the events of last night which led her to the conclusion of keeping herself busy anyhow, which was to cook food which was Indian cuisine. She can't cook any other cuisine. But to her surprise, he ate it who on their first day here said he can only eat Italian food but was eating Indian food. Looking at her bewildered he only said nonchalantly,
"My wife cooked it for me. How can I not eat"
She shook her head remembering that. She can never understand him. The greenery of the forest was refreshing. The chirping of the birds and the buzzing and squeaking of the insects filled the afternoon air coming from the forest. She wondered how it was from the inside. She has never been to any forest before. And right now she was kinda feeling intrigued to know. The question was, is it safe to just stroll in the forest? She can only wonder.
Elijah leaned against the wall of the living room, hands crossed lazily across his chest, observing his doe. She was longingly looking at the forest. She appeared like a kid looking at a toy that her parents refused to buy. Pouting, her eyes glistened with curiosity and wonder. He admired her from afar. Smirking, he went to her, it was time to reward his doe.
Standing behind the couch where she sat, he bent down and whispered,
"You looked so alluring doing household chores"
Startled, she jumped on her seat. Turning her head around, she glared at him saying,
"Don't do that again"
The moment her eyes clashed with his, the memories of last night flooded her mind. Gulping, she turned back forward, avoiding him. That was close. Too close for her liking.
Elijah saw how she reacted. He knew she was avoiding him since she woke up. It was awkward between them. Which he didn't like at all. Bringing his lips to her ear, he purred,
"It's reward time for your hard work, my doe"
Without any more delay, he removed the hairs covering her neck and shoulder leaving them bare to him. His eyes darkened seeing the hickeys littering her skin. Licking his lip, he sucked the skin just beneath her ear mercilessly. The wolf inside him came alive seeing her neck marked. He couldn't control himself. He went insane.
Meera didn't get the time to understand what was happening. The next thing she knew he was sucking her neck like a leech sucking blood. She trembled from its intensity. Her hand went to his head, clutching his hair, silently begging him to stop. But Elijah took it as a go-ahead. Placing open mouth kisses along the curve of her neck, he nipped furiously forming more hickeys.
She felt revoked from his kisses. Why did she get into this situation in the first? Unclenching her fist in his hair, she abruptly stood up. Immediately she tried to run upstairs. But the wolf hungry for her didn't let her. In mere seconds, he stood in front of her, blocking the path. Before she knew it, she was backed against the glass wall, her back pressed to the cold surface, and her front was covered with the muscular and warm chest of her unwanted husband who looked ready to eat her alive. Gulping, she pressed her palms flat against his hard chest and pushed.
Elijah felt her pushing him but he pressed himself further on her. Leaning his face to hers, he spoke,
"Don't expect me to pull back when you dressed like a seductress"
Frowning Meera looked down at herself. She was wearing a navy blue silk, knee-length dress. It had a deep-cut neck which showed a little cleavage. It was a harmless dress. Today was hot, and when she was finding a dress in the closet this dress stuck to her. At first glance she loved it and it was perfect for the weather. She never intended to look like a seductress. He was out of his mind. She voiced out,
"You have lost your mind. It's a casual dress"
"Yes, I have lost my mind since the moment I saw you swaying in the kitchen wearing this dress looking mind-blowing"
He husked against her forehead, lips touching her skin. Goosebumps erupted at the place where his lips brushed her skin. Raising her head, her trembling eyes met his desired-filled orbs. She can clearly see the want and need in his eyes which were barely kept by a thin thread. His eyes flicked back and forth from her quivering lips to her panicking eyes. In nervousness, she licked her lips and the thin thread broke.
Elijah crashed his lips on hers, kissing her feverishly. Her hands pushed further in protest. Clutching her wrists, he pinned them beside her head on either side of the glass wall. Sucking her upper lip, he licked the bottom one like he was licking a lollipop. She moaned shamefully and involuntarily from the sensation. Nipping her bottom lip, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth forcefully. His tongue molded with hers. Her toes curled from the sensual feeling.
Elijah felt his blood pumping faster with every kiss on her lips. It tasted addictively sweet. And like a druggie, he was addicted. He even avoided the need of filling his lungs with air to kiss her and keep tasting her heavenly sweetness.
When his lungs felt like bursting then only he pulled back, panting like he ran a marathon. His eyes drank her. Her lips were swollen red with his bite marks, her cheeks have turned red and she was panting too through her parted lips. She looked uncontrollably tempting. And he has already lost control. Feeling his blood rush, he dived into her neck, kissing there like there was no tomorrow. Her moans filling his ears like a sensuous melody fueled the already burning fire in his blood. All rationality in him flew out of the window.
She was writhing against him in unexpected pleasure. She couldn't help and control it anymore. He didn't even let her breathe properly, just wildly kissing her neck, collarbones, and shoulders. It was too much that she felt overwhelmed.
Elijah again kissed her lips feeling the euphoria of pleasure bursting like a bomb inside him. But kissing only was not enough. The need was overwhelming him. He wanted more. And that's what he did.
"You have enchanted me, my doe, and I no more can control myself"
He said lowly against her lips, voice rough with unbearable need. Her heart dropped listening to him, and from the heavy need, she felt in his voice. Before she could utter a word, he kissed her again swallowing her unsaid words.