Ileus: The Dark Prince

Olivia clothed in nothing, but draped in her hair, on her knees before and her mouth taking his shaft deeply till her throat. Kaizan wanted to mark her, take her. 

They stopped in the carriageway, where he abandoned the horse to scoop her in his arms and carried her all the way back to his bedroom. He kicked the door close and then slid her down his body. Almost as if instinctively, he cupped her face and crashed his lips on hers. He pried open hers with his fangs and with urgency surging through every part of his body, he entered his tongue in her mouth. He swept large strokes inside to possess her. He sucked her tongue and her lips and didn't leave till he was satisfied that she was there with him and till she was breathless with the want of air. When he pulled out of her moaning mouth, she almost cried. He rested his forehead on hers and stayed in that position with eyes closed till he calmed his raging temper, his undeserved anxiety. 

Her stomach grumbled and he chuckled. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. "You are hungry." 

She chuckled too. "I am very hungry." 

He didn't want to take her out of the bedroom. He kissed her because if he didn't, he would have felt all the more anxious, because he wanted her in more than one sense, because he was lured by those beautiful plump lips and the curve of her body and the feel of her in his arms felt so right. He was hoping that she wouldn't jump away from him for his sudden onslaught, but he was so desperate to smell her, taste her on his lips that he couldn't help himself. Moreover, Olivia didn't recoil from his roughness, she responded right back, responding to the passion he felt for her. His beast was clamoring him to lower his pants and wedge his cock inside her. But then his need to feed her took over every other emotion and he guided her to the kitchen. 

The servants in the kitchen were surprised to see the Master and his wife. They froze to their spot and bowed to him. The chef asked, "Should I fix a quick breakfast you, m'lord?" 

Kaizan nodded and then asked her to come back with him to the dining room. He made her sit at the table and joined her. "I am sorry for what happened in the market today," he said, holding her hand and kissing her knuckles. It was impossible to not touch her and he wondered if she burned with the same need. 

"It wasn't your fault," she replied softly as her cheeks became red. "Lucas is an ass who deserved all that and more." 

Kaizan was burning with the question and he didn't know how to ask her, but nevertheless he did. "Did you ever… have sex… with him?" 

"Hell no!" Olivia retorted. 

And Kaizan closed his eyes in relief. Lucas would be spared. He wouldn't have to kill him or throw him off a cliff. 

"I met him when I was sixteen and he is just as birdbrains as he was back then," she added. "He was very popular amongst the girls in our pack. Frankly he would have done a lot better had he remained to stay back." 

Kaizan would have to deport him and have orders for his arrest out in an hour if he ever returned. 

The chef brought breakfast for them. Sausages with white bread and grated cheese mingled with coriander leaves and pepper. A crystal of hot cream soup accompanied it. 

Breakfast went quietly because Kaizan didn't pursue the topic of Lucas. He reveled in having his first breakfast with his wife in his home. He imagined her pregnant and barefoot, waiting for him and his erection grew all over again. He pressed his erection and focused on giving her more food seeing that her plate was empty. 

Finn had returned by then. He came in to report, "M'lord, the wagons and crates are returned to the stable. A message has come from the king. He has summoned you." 

Kaizan nodded. He knew he had a long day ahead. When Finn left, he said, "Olivia, I don't know when I will be back, but we have a small library in our house on the east side. You can spend your time there." He wiped her lips with his napkin to remove a piece of crumb. Then he got up and intertwined his fingers in hers to lead her outside. "Whatever you do, please don't go out. I still have to announce your presence to the public and we have to give dinner to friends for our wedding." 

Olivia understood it very well. She didn't want to be a bother anymore to him. Her first visit outside had brought in a lot of attention. It was better that she stayed in the house. "I won't," she replied softly. 

A smile tugged his lips up slightly. He picked up her hands, kissed them and was gone. She immediately missed his presence. With a sigh, she went to her bedchamber and changed into a light cotton shift, and a loose cotton gown over it. She wrapped a shawl around her and then sauntered off to the library after asking a servant. 

When Kaizan returned, the skies were still bathed in red and orange as the sun had tilted low in the west, but his mansion was shrouded in darkness. The servants were still lighting the sconces and torches on the outside. He strode towards the library, sniffing her scent. 

Curled up on a couch beside the light of a lamp, Olivia was bent over a book, reading it with all seriousness. When he entered, she glanced up at him and offered him a beatific smile. "How was your day?" she asked. 

He went to sit next to her. Citrusy scent from her twitched his nostrils. She was such a charming little thing. His lips kicked up and that dimple appeared. 

"This and that," he replied as he played with a strand of her hair and coiled it around his finger. "And what are you reading?" 

"Spells!" she said and he frowned. 

"It is very exciting!" she said with wide eyes. 

"Did you learn anything?" he asked amusedly. 

"Yes!" she said. "I think I can lift small things if I chant the spell correctly." 

His eyebrow raised and he suppressed a smile. "Show me." 

Olivia closed the book, placed it on the side table and then got up. She knelt towards him. "Now see," she said. She started reciting a spell, but nothing happened. As if on her own accord, she lifted his hand and placed it on her heart. His shoulders strained as he tried his best to resist himself to slide his hand inside her shift and cup her breast. Desire and lust clouded his mind. He slid his hand slightly below over her breast. A moan escaped his mouth and he felt like squeezing it. 

She opened her eyes, her lips curved down. "Nothing worked." 

He removed his hand from there. "Keep up," he breathed, gazing in her eyes.

Instinctively, her fingers reached her forehead and she smoothed his hair. 

Every restraint broke. His hands shot to her wrist and he grabbed them.. "Say my name, Olivia."