"My...My Lord," Gabriella made an attempt to shift but Darkon's hands stiffened around her waist, sending more shivers down her spine.
"Stay put, my Princess, or we're going to fall if you are not careful." He whispered into her ears, his voice sounding like a sweet warning again, making her stiffen even more. She wanted to tell him that they would even fall easier if he continued to make this heat ignite in her body.
"My... my Lord..." She tried to speak but was cut off by his wince.
"Ouch!" He screamed.
"My Lord? Is everything okay?" She panicked, her hand stiffened on the reins, making the horse make a small strange movement.
"The wound; it hurts." He pretentiously whimpered, shifting slightly.
"Huh? Should I slow down?" Gabriella glanced over her shoulders, she saw a grimace on his face as he whimpered again. She suddenly felt her hand sweat from panic.
