Ileus: The Dark Prince

Ilyana stilled when Theodir asked her the question. She was looking at the pictures with so much question, thinking about having sex with him, thinking about how to get the man below her to get to bed, and here he threw a curveball. And for the love of god, she wasn't able to wrap her head around the fact that why was she thinking all this! She was too conflicted, too flustered and too excited. 

When she didn't answer after a long time and continued to look at the book as if she hadn't heard, he asked again, "What do you plan with Ruvyn? Haldir is saying that he wants to keep the baby till Inyanga is nursing him. I think that he has made a valid request. In my opinion there are hardly any nursemaids in Evindal. What will the baby have?" 

Ilyana recalled how she had threatened Inyanga to take her child away in two days. Two days had passed and she was still here—perspective changed and having too many thoughts about her decision. "I wanted to ask you a question," she said. 

His brows furrowed and he leaned back on the chaise, even as every muscle in his body tensed. He waited for her to ask. She turned her head over her shoulder and said, "Why is it that— that I am only thinking— thinking of you? I can't seem to think of anyone but you." She gulped because she knew it was the wrong question, but she had to ask him because it was plaguing her mind, and she was ready for his wrath. 

Theodir poked his tongue in his cheek and a smile wormed on his lips. He remembered how he had made her vow to the Lore about two things and he wasn't going to reveal them, or else she would ask him to release her of the vow. He took a deep breath in and relaxed as he exhaled heavily. "That is what you should do Ilyana," he replied matter-of-factly. "Who else do you want to think about if not me?" 

She knew he was going to throw the ball in her court. She was ready with her answer. "I can't even think of my maids. I am quite literally walking, talking, sleeping, breathing and dreaming of you and only you. Over the past few days, I feel as if I want to get merged in you. My body is not mine, my mind is not mine and I just feel like having a lot of—" Gods, how would she put that? She looked up at the ceiling exasperatedly. "I feel like having a lot of sex and—with you." 

Theodir was dumbfounded. He didn't know that two vows could change his life to this extent. Why hadn't he done it earlier? Well, the two of them always remained so guarded in each other's vicinity that an opportunity never arose. Her words were like music to his ears. He had been craving from hundreds of years for her to say them. A wave of joy mixed with content crashed through him. He leaned forward, wrapped his hands around her waist and got up from the chair holding her as if she was a dainty, weightless doll. He made her lie down on the bed and then crawled over her. Wedging his thighs in between hers, he supported his elbows on both her sides. With one hand he curled his fingers under her chin and said, "Then you should use me for sex." He brushed a kiss against her lips and her body shuddered lightly. "I will forever be your slave."

Ilyana was speechless. She expected him to blow his head and go all ballistic, but the man was… patient. She cupped his cheeks and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Her breath lodged in her throat when she thought that this beautiful man, this king, this god was her husband and he loved her despite all her shortcomings. Her eyes stung with tears, not because she had him so close to her, but because she had never felt this surge of emotions that cruised through her body. The elf king of Evindal was telling her that he would be her slave forever. A tear swelled and fell down her cheeks. "Then be forewarned Theodir—you will never be released from my clutches." 

He bent down to kiss away the tear, and in a rumbling voice said, "I don't want you to release me." 

His erection pressed hard against her like a brand. "And you will never be allowed to appreciate any other woman other than me." 

He kissed another tear of hers and nodded. "I have never thought of any woman other than you, love, and I never will." 

And his confession made her shoulders shudder. Her tears came out unbridled. 

"Don't cry love," he said, as he wiped her tears with his knuckles. "You don't deserve them." 

"Oh gods!" another shudder passed through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers in his thick hair and pressed him against her body. "Where were you all this time, Theodir?" she asked as she kissed all over his face through her tears. "Where were you? Where were you?" In her heart she knew that he was always there, only waiting for her from a distance. 

Theodir let her do what she wanted to. For the first time in his life, in their life, he experienced what it was to be in love, if your partner returned it. His body heated and he closed his eyes. And in that moment of time, it was just him and her. He whispered, "I love you, Ilyana. I always have." 

Later they made fierce love and then fell asleep beside each other. When he woke up next, through his heavy lidded eyes, he saw her watching him, brushing his back, as he lay on his belly. She leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose and said, "Have I ever told you how beautiful this is?" 

"No…" he whispered. 

She kissed his eyes. "And these?" 

"No…" 

She kissed his cheeks. "These?" 

He shook his head. 

She kissed his lips and then said, "I love you too!" 

Theodir's breath lodged in his throat. 

She fumbled with his hair that was on the forehead. "Let Ruvyn stay here until he is nursed. I don't want to take him away from his mother." 

"Really?" Icy surprise flickered through him. 

"Yes," she said in a calm and soft voice. "And in the meanwhile, I hope—" a blush appeared on her cheeks. "I hope—" She looked at Theodir who was watching her intently. She bit her lip and chewed it. Her blush deepened. She lowered her eyelids and in a husky voice said, "I hope I become pregnant." 

Theodir grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When he was satisfied, he said, "How about I start with my side of work now?" 

She giggled and then lightly swatted his chest. "As if you haven't been doing it for the past few days?" 

He pulled her over his body and growled. "Let me continue." 

The mansion once again shook with roars and moans. Haldir shook his head and covered his baby's ears for the umpteenth time so that he didn't wake up. His brother was way too lusty! 

The next day—