Zarniya did not know how she did it, but Messiah left when she said she did not want to bathe together. She could not understand him at all. He listened to her, but at the same time, he would not listen to her. It was as if, everything depended on his mood.
She was glad that he did follow her wishes this time. Because if he insisted on bathing her, she might lose some screws.
She was not lame or handicapped, she had speech defects, but her body was healthy, and she could move. When a man and woman bathe together then it could only lead to one thing.
She might be ignorant of some things, but she was not clueless, what did he mean by helping her bath? She did not need help! Because she was nervous, she did not stay long in the water and finish washing.
She still had to deal with the sleeping together issue.
She lived alone all her life. She was thinking of having a companion yesterday, but she was not expecting that it would be like this. Her life was swiftly invaded in every way.
He just entered her life— Not even a day has passed yet.
Zarniya walked back to her bedroom and no single servant was roving the castle, it used to be so comfortable but thinking that there was a man with her in this castle, she was restless.
When she opened the door of her bedroom, fresh and icy scent infiltrated her nose.
He was half-lying on her bed, half-naked, and reading the book.
Lifting his gaze, he lazily looked at her with an enchanting smile.
"I don't want to take a bath anymore; you wipe my body."
'I am not your servant!' Zarniya shouted in the back of her head as she stared at him dumbfoundedly. She was seriously considering that he was a lost noble or prince from a foreign country. How did even the slave merchants make a mistake bringing this man into this kingdom? And why was she the one overseeing him and the situation?
She knew it.
God was not fond of her.
A blessing was a disaster.
Her first slave… was not even a slave— He was not thinking as a slave, not behaving as a slave, even treating her as 'his' slave.
Zarniya pursed her lips and watched him return to reading the book. Beside her bed, there was a basin of water and a towel, probably what she would use in cleaning and wiping his body.
"Master, the water is getting cold," he said without lifting his eyes and turned the page.
Technically speaking, this slave was a man and a stranger. But not once did he behave indifferently with her, he was both comfortable and nonchalant which were the opposite of her disposition.
Looking at him from afar, he looked really like a celestial.
He was so beautiful.
A beautiful crazy man.
It was good, with this beauty, could the eldest resist him?
It was just one night.
He said it himself; they would not have… s-se…sex… then, let him sleep! Okay! Let him sleep here. He would be leaving tomorrow, then it was all right to do what he wished. She would not get on his bad side, and her goal not to offend anyone was fulfilled.
But did she have to wipe his body?
"I can't sleep dirty Master, why are you still standing there?"
"C-can't you-... do… it by… yourself?"
"I can, but I want you to do it."
"I-"
Zarniya, how many times did she get speechless because of him?
'Don't call me Master, If I have to serve you, you're so contradictory!'
"I…" Zarniya was thinking of using her injured hands as an excuse to not need his command but she knew that they were already healed.
In the end, Zarniya gave up. She sat on the edge of her bed and squeezed the towel dry. He put down the book and extended his right arm, indicating she should start there.
"I already took a bath before coming here, I'm not that dirty or smelly, Master. You don't have to wipe me all over," he said.
Zarniya just nodded, she was not listening. She was thinking of what to say to the eldest to not make her get angry because Zarniya was returning a slave she gave.
"Master," Messiah leaned to her, "Why aren't you looking at me?"
Zarniya's brows crossed.
"I-I am," she answered. How could she not look? She was wiping his hard arm, it felt so sturdy, like a wood of muscles. He was big but not disgustingly big, he was tanned, and he looked sexy. His body was uncovered, and she could see his abdominal muscles.
Zarniya was a woman, she was an average person. He was dominating which added to his manly charm… They were alone in her room! With all the sort he did to her earlier. What else could go in her mind?
Her chin was caught and lifted.
Zarniya met his eyes.
He was smiling but not smiling.
Her heart which she was trying to calm down all this time was rapidly beating now. Maybe he could even hear it in this silence. He was so close again; he was always so close to her. She might catch a heart disease at this point.
"Master… is not seduced by me? Should I go overboard to get you? I don't like it when my Master is not giving me attention."
Zarniya saw his eyes glint.
She swallowed, but her mouth was dry.
She saw his lips moving but she could not understand his words.
"Master," he called softly.
His expression was not soft at all.
He looked very dangerous right now.
His eyes shifted down to her lips and he leaned closer.
Zarniya knew what would happen next, but her body responded late. He had already planted his soft lips on hers. The arm that she was wiping with the wet towel encircled her waist and pulled her to him.
However, unlike earlier, he did not move, he stayed still, just pressing his lips on hers. No tongue sliding, no teeth biting. But his arms, his embrace, were slowly entrapping her as if he intended to have their body as one.
She thought he would not let go but when she tapped him, he gave her proper distance. The threatening expression vanished like it was never there in the first place.
Zarniya gazed at his face. Surely, it was seraphic. Even staring for a long time, it was addicting. If there was no scary aura surrounding him, she could look at his face all day.
He grinned, he looked satisfied but troubled.
"This is going to be hard," he said. "You're too difficult."
Again, Zarniya had no idea what was going on in his mind, and what the hell he was saying…
She was difficult... —the difficult one? 'I am? Not you?'
Did she not interact with all the people all her life just to have a single person cause her too much chaos?
"I'll finish wiping myself," he said and took the towel from her hand.
Then, she found out that she was sitting on his lap, her other hand was pressed on his bare chest. Zarniya did not know how to leave, he was not saying anything either.
Did she just have to nonchalantly get off? Should she crawl to the other side?
Zarniya slowly retreated her hand from his body. He did not react and wiped his neck with the towel. Zarniya looked down after he saw his neck stretching… the veins… muscles… lips… he was focused on it; his jaw was clenched.
Zarniya was dizzy again.
She had this illusion that he was the one who was seducing her.
Zarniya who had never had a genuine human interaction was too overwhelmed with how their intimacy was progressing.
This all was so strange that she wanted to hide and run away.
Messiah saw that she was distracted with her thoughts and no longer hid his intention. Without holding back, he held her cheek and made her look up at him before bussing her lips.
"Hmp…!"
Tongue! Zarniya firmly closed her eyes expecting another traumatizing event to unfold because of his kiss. She was pushed and fell on the bed, above her was him, holding the hand she just retreated. His face was buried in her face, his tongue entered her mouth!
Here she thought he was behaving!
No words were spoken, she was stuffed in between the mattress and his bare body. His head was titled, he knew the position to be able to conquer her. Her hand was slowly held by him, locking to his fingers.
Honestly, Zarniya was about to pass out. She was not a frail woman; however, Messiah was too overwhelming.
The sound of their kissing… was lewd. His breath was warm and he was terrorizing her as if he was marking his territory.