40: 40 Master, please don't...

40 Master, please don't...

"Delia, you're the first werewolf to leave a mark on me, and as your master, I owe you a little punishment."

The tip of Kral's high nose kept touching my face like a wolf studying how to bite its prey, his golden pupils like a pool. I closed my eyes and dared not move.

He lay on top of me and the bed sank slightly. His legs pushed open my knees, and the fabric left a faint red mark on my soft skin, forcing me apart. The pink towel slid off as he moved. My body was exposed to him.

“You... you said you wouldn't force me,” I said, breathing fast and trembling with a touch of grievance.

The sense of danger in Kral froze for a moment, and I seized the moment to kick him with all my strength. Kral was kicked out of bed.

"F.uck!"

I opened my eyes and saw Kral's face contorted. He covered his lower body and the veins in his forehead bulged.

I watched his movements.

No way!

I wrapped the quilt around myself and got out of bed to help him up. I wanted to feel his wound.

"I didn't mean to, master," I felt like I was going to cry.

"Delia, you always surprise me," he said. His face was so dark I thought he was going to eat me.

I put him to bed carefully. He lay on the bed, a hand over his eyes, looking a little tired. I squatted next to the bed in embarrassment.

"Forget it, everyone in the palace will know we slept together tomorrow. Our goal has been achieved." After a long silence, Kral's tone was somewhat helpless.

"Shall I go... ?" I stood up tentatively, still wanting to go back to my bedroom.

"No."

Kral's voice turned cold. I was caught by a force on my wrist, and I lost my balance and fell beside Kral.

"Stay with me, Delia." I was like a doll being pulled into Kral's arms under the covers. His hot breath reached my face. "I'm a little tired today. Stay with me. I Won't do anything to you."

I was hypnotized. I lay in his arms and slowly fell asleep.

……

I woke up in Kral's bedroom, the soft fabric clinging to my body. I stared blankly at the ceiling, at the golden fleur-de-lis that were painted on it. The familiar color reminded me of the man's eyes last night.

"You woke up later than I thought, Delia."

A low, husky voice rang out in my head, and the images of last night began to flash before my eyes. I shut my eyes in embarrassment, pulled the covers up over my head, and tried to bury myself in the warm darkness of my the bed.

"The whole palace must be wondering why you're up so late."

Kral deliberately emphasizes the word"wondering". His teasing voice was still clear through the quilt.

I haven't decided how to deal with the unexpected situation. The tension and embarrassment made it impossible for me to face Kral's face. I wrapped the quilt more tightly, let myself become a cicada pupa. Anyway, let me escape for a while.

"Huh?" Kral's voice came from above. His footsteps stopped at my bedside, and I could almost imagine Kral's narrowed eyes.

I hid in the quilt, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, unwilling to make a sound.

"You can't be so shy. After all, now everyone knows what happened last night. If you're really shy, I'll leave first. "The sound of footsteps faded away, and the bedroom door creaked open and shut.

At Kral's words, I held my breath and opened my eyes in surprise.

He just left?

He let me off that easy?

I stretched my limp body and slowly poked my head out of the quilt. I carefully exposed a pair of eyes, only to see the spacious bedroom at a glance. Kral's not here, and I'm a little relieved.

As I relaxed, the bed behind me was slightly sunken. Before I could turn my head, a pair of strong arms lifted me from the bed and I fell into Kral's arms.

"Gotcha, Delia," he said, curling his lips and lowering his head.

The morning sun was shining behind him, his black hair gleaming with gold. His eyes, so hot that I dare not look directly into them, now glow with gentle indulgence. I grew weak in his eyes, and flushed, but could say nothing.

"There's no one else here right now. You don't have to do this. I mean we don't have to act anymore." I blushed and blocked his hand.

"You need to get used to it. There will be many nights like that when we get married."

Kral held me in an iron grip with one hand and thrust the other into the quilt. I couldn't fight it. My legs were so weak that I curled up in his arms and let him peel the covers off me.

Kral is like a child who opens a gift box and gets a pet he loves, so he hugs it and wants to carry it wherever he goes.

And now I'm Kral's little pet. I looked in the mirror on the dresser. I was wearing a silk nightdress that reached the bottom of my thighs. My chest is in a distinct arc, my arms are exposed, and a thin ribbon at the back of my neck holds my nightdress over my body, so it doesn't slip off.

And Kral, he hugged me and made me sit on his lap. I leaned feebly against his strong chest, like a white vine clinging to him.

Kral's eyes collided with mine. His pupils darkened and he stared at me like a predator. He sighed. "I used to hate marriage, but now I'm actually kind of looking forward to it."

He slowly nibbled the tip of my ear and licked it with his wet tongue. There was a rush of heat on my face, and my body began to shiver uncontrollably. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the hickeys from last night were especially noticeable on my fair, smooth skin. Kral's other hand brushed over the marks, his mouth brimming with laughter.

I dare not look again. I lowered my head and tugged at his clothes with both hands. His pure black shirt was slightly creased by my fingers.

The white ribbon around my neck was easily untied by his fingers. My nightgown fell off. I felt Kral take a breath, then a quick one, and the hand that was moving over my skin pushed it so hard that I let out a moan.

"Master, don't..."

It's hard for me to describe how I feel right now. It's a very wet and strange feeling.

"Don't move."

After my nightdress was taken off, Kral changed me into a light blue dress with white flowers. The skirt fitted me well and the hem was long. I still sat in his arms, my skirt hanging down to the smooth floor. I found a strange rope hanging from my ankle.

I looked at it until Kral lifted my calves, exposing the black chain around my ankles. I found a little wolf's tooth in the middle of the rope.

"This is one of my baby teeth," Kral said, fiddling with the fangs. The teeth were not sharp, and the cool, bony touch clung to the skin on my ankles.

"Why?" I opened my mouth, the voice in my throat still hoarse.

"Because it means you're the closest person I've ever been to." Kral buried his head in my neck and took a deep breath. "We're not mates, but I'm more satisfied than finding a mate."

What does he mean?

There is a knock at the door outside the bedroom.

"Your Highness, Alen has asked to see you," said Susana in an old voice outside the door.

"I'll be right out," Kral replied.

I suddenly realized that I did not want to appear in front of them like this. They all know what happened last night.

I pushed Kral. His warm palm caressed my face.

"Remember you are now the master of the palace. Wait for me at night." 0

Kral leans in and I close my eyes. He left a wet kiss between my eyes.

I can't even concentrate in class. The trance on my face was noticed by Vivian, who was eating dessert quietly.

She asked me what was wrong and even gave me her favorite strawberry chocolate cake.

"Sis, why do you look so unhappy?" Vivian blinked.

"I. . . just have a sore throat." I avoided Vivian's bright, clear eyes.

“I can tell you're lying, but I can see why you're upset.”

"What?" I looked at her in surprise, not only because she saw that I was lying, but also because of the second half of her sentence.

"I heard a lot of maids today. They told me you slept with Kral last night. I heard a strange noise coming from your room last night," said Vivian carelessly, in spite of the sudden flush in my face.

"It seems that the play last night was a success," I thought.

Susana's sudden appearance interrupted my thoughts, and Susana handed me an exquisite invitation. I opened the invitation card, which even exudes a shallow aroma. "Catherine would like to see you this afternoon."

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