"Thank you" Presley faked a smile to a maid who showed her the way to Ze'ev guest room. Clutching the shirt on her arm she swallowed a lump on her throat knowing he probably had something up his sleeve to tell her to come herself. She knocked a few times but when she got no response she let herself in.
The room was so dark but she could still see little things. Why was he staying in such a dark place was it even healthy?
She walked around his room, touching things she wasn't supposed to…she knew that but what can she say, she was naturally a rule breaker
She got to a wall where there were only paintings hung in every corner of it, she was sure it was not his and the room was just decorated like that but she really didn't know why she was drawn to these paintings. To her, art made absolutely no sense at all because she couldn't get why a person would stand In front of a mural and keep staring for hours or minutes but for some reason she was doing it right now. She just kept staring at it for some reason as if trying to figure out the paintings.
A cold hand touched her shoulders from behind and she was instantly snapped away from her thoughts. She tried to turn around but his grip on her shoulders were too strong which stopped her from doing that and just staying still. She felt his nose on her skin again and she almost shivered, she bit the side of her lip while curling her toes and clenching the shirt in her hands
"I brought your shirt that you asked me to bring for you" she tried to change the subject but he ignored her words and continued sniffing her
He couldn't get enough of her vanilla scent
He pulled her by her waist and her back hit his rock hard chest. She whimpered and he dropped his head back and shut his eyes with a clenched jaw before he heaved a sigh
"Leave"
He spoke with an unbelievable sexy voice and she managed not to think about his voice but his words. What did he mean by leave. He was the one who told her to come here herself and hand his stupid shirt to him and now that she obeyed willing he was being rude to her
She was really tired and it took her a lot to come here and now he asked her to leave…well she wasn't planning on staying here for long anyways she can just leave.
She turned around to glare but her eyes went straight to his half naked body. Not only was it well built and definitely worth drooling for …he had tattoos. A lot of them. They were so weird yet kinda beautiful, it covered his whole torso and his arms. The tattoos were written in some kind of weird language she had never seen before she would've thought it was Chinese or Japanese but this was wayyyyy different maybe she didn't notice that night because it was dark and his tattoos were written with a black ink. Was there a message hidden by the tattoos?
A lot of questions filled her thoughts by just staring at it…he even had it on his neck. what was up-
"You wanna touch it?"he asked after seeing her stare for a while, his face was up here and she was busy staring at his tattoos. She brought her face up to stare at him and they both shared stares
He was in love with her unique eyes, different colours yet she looked so beautiful , so ravishing and she was his
His!
Presley stared at him in the eye and all she could see was hidden pain like he was trying so hard to keep it in. She could see it because she was also like that. He had that look in his eyes that made her think he must've killed a lot. She heard from Layla and belle that they lost their parents on the same day when Aslan was fifteen, he became king when he was so young…it must have been hard on both of them. No one still knew the cause of their parents death.
He did look powerful from what she was seeing. He looked extremely powerful. The aura was oozing out from him. What made him so powerful, he was even powerful that his elder brother. She couldn't help but question herself multiple times. And why didn't his brother get married before him, why was he getting married first? Weren't they in need of a queen ?
It took a while before she figured out what he said and she looked into his eyes and then looked away almost immediately after locking eyes with him
"Do you?" He asked again. No one has ever touched his tattoos before in exception of the ladies he had previously slept with Ofcourse but without any intimacy he had never allowed a lady to touch him with his permission. She was going to be his wife anyways.
"C-can I ?" She murmured and he nodded telling her to go ahead. Her hands moved slowly to his torso while having second thoughts about it but it was too late because her hands were moving on their own free will. When her fingers finally touched his torso she stared at him if she was doing the right thing by touching him and he gave her another go ahead nod so she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and decided to examine the tattoos. She once worked part time at an ink shop so she knew little meanings of tattoos but she couldn't get this one. What did it really mean?
Ze'ev shut his eyes and clenched his jaw harshly…maybe it was a bad idea to let her touch him because those slender pretty fingers were doing things to him. It was like he was under a spell. He felt an aching throb through his dick and clenched his jaw even tighter. Wasn't she done yet ?
Before he knew it his body took control of his mind and he grabbed her wrist in the most careful way then started using his hands to control hers moving it upward, from his upper abdomen to his chest then finally wrapped it around his neck all while his eyes were closed.
Still speechless and not knowing what to do in this situation Presley just kept quiet and let him do whatever with her hand for some reason. While her hands remained on his neck his hands flew to her waist and pulled her even closer to him
She was getting hypnotised by this god of sexiness and she knew it would not end up good but who was she to care!
And right there a knock interrupted them , snapping both of them back to their senses