CHAPTER 47
Amara couldn’t feel her legs anymore. The tremble was worse than in her chest. With his body pressed against her, Amara wasn’ t sure how to calm her heart.
The aftermath brought both shame and guilt.
What just happened? Did she just… came on his fingers and mouth?
Amara felt embarrassment washing over her.
In the haze of her orgasm, Amara couldn ’ t recall when he carried her to the bathroom and cleaned her.
She was still feeling drowsy and dizzy, but she remembered the way his hands wiped between her legs, gently not overstimulating her sensitive parts, though there was a teasing flicker in the brush of his fingertips, Amara let him.
She had no power to resist him, and neither did she dare to defy him.
Gently he laid her on the bed. Amara felt his warmth stripping away, just as she thought he left, she felt something cold against her shoulders.
Kaelith gently stripped her off the lingerie, throwing it on the floor, and unbuttoned his shirt.
His eyes raked over her naked body curled on the bed.
She looked exhausted and flushed, but he couldn’t let her sleep without eating.
His gaze flickered to the scars on her back.
Like a restrained fire, a glint of subtle anger danced beneath the calm exterior.
Gently lowering himself, Kaelith cupped her shoulder, Amara flinched but once she recognized his touch, she immediately relaxed.
She looked up at him with hooded eyes. Kaelith caressed her shoulder gently.
No word was exchanged as he helped her into his shirt.
Yet he could hear the thudding of her chest. He purposely took his sweet time dressing her, teasingly brushing his fingers over her erect nipples, feathering his knuckles over her delicate collar bone, tracing thelength of her neck.
Amara was engulfed by his soothing and addicting scent.
closing her eyes she took a deep breath.
He chuckled when Amara glared at him, but her eyes softened instantly.
His grey eyes showed an unmistakable surge of both infatuation and desire.
Amara swallowed hard at the bubbling sensation. The sleep and drowsiness suddenly fled.
Kaelith licked his lips, his gaze moved to her breasts, her nipples protruding through the white shirt.
When she caught him looking, Amara covered them with her hands and looked away shyly.
“Come, little one, you need to eat.” Kaelith mewled into her ear.
Perhaps because of his little punishment, she felt her stomach growling.
Without fighting him, Amara let him pick her.
She unconsciously laid her head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck.
Kaelith moved to the couch near the window and cradled her onto his lap.
The table in front already had the food Martha brought. A bowl with porridge and avocado toast. Amara sat with both of her legs dangling off his lap as his one arm caged her waist and the other fed her.
“It wasn’t that hard now, was it?” An amused smirk played on his lips. Her hair fell on either side of her face shrouding her naturally flushed cheeks.
“Can … can you please not … it’s… ” The corners of his mouth curled upward, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.
His gaze lingered on Amara's red cheeks and flushed neck, a clear sign that he found the situation amusing.
He could feel her fidgeting on his lap. Her small fists were on her lap as she tried to pull the shirt down.
He bit his lower lip. No amount of lingerie could make her look this enticing as his shirt made her look.
The white cast an aura that effortlessly mirrored the grace of an angel.
The messy hair added a touch of untamed spirit within.
The way her leaned eyes refused to meet his scrutinizing gaze, both amused and irked him to pull her face towards him and kiss her.
He scooped the porridge into the spoon and raised it to her lips. Feeling ashamed and tingly, she opened her mouth but he pulled the spoon back as her lips met his jaw. Taken aback, her eyes widened as she looked up at him.
Kaelith chuckled, the sound low and teasing, as Amara shot him a frustrated glance.
Her cheeks were stained with embarrassment, and she couldn't understand why he found her embarrassment amusing.
The weight of shame hung heavy in the air, and yet, something in Kaelith's expression hinted that there was more to his amusement than mere teasing.
If she was his heart, then he was her heartbeat.
Expecting to meet his eyes with defiance, her heart fluttered.
Her eyes softened, and her heart skipped a beat.
Even with sitting on his lap, he was still a head taller than her, his wide shoulders trapping her small frame.
Yet, her eyes focused on the curve of his lips as he bit on his lower lip as if suppressing the laugh.
His eyes were lacking their usual coldness and steeliness, instead, there was an unusual warmth in those grey eyes.
The strange flip-flop of her heart left Amara momentarily breathless.
It was the first time she had seen him like this – not as a captor, but as someone who could wear a smile that touched the depths of his eyes, making him all the more captivating.
A seed of curiosity sprouted within her, prompting her to wonder what lay beneath the surface of the intimidating man before her.
Biting his lips shamelessly his eyes raked over her, stopping at the parted lips.
Pink little petals begging for his attention.
He could taste the sweetness on his tongue, swirling his tongue inside his mouth, he poked the inner side of his cheek.
This little woman had him wrapped around her pinky finger.
The effect she had on him was almost dangerous, but the one he had on her was making Amara question her sanity.
He let his gaze roam down her figure, tracing each curve like a painter delicately mapping out the contours on a canvas. Like a hungry predator, his eyes held the sharpness that carried both sensuality that wrapped around them. A palpable current crackled between them.
Amara swallowed the lump of nervousness, the food long forgotten as her hands unconsciously unclenched.
Kaelith’s arm around her waist tightened the hold and pulled her impossibly closer.
She yelped in surprise, hands moving to settle on his shoulders.
She felt something poking her thigh. Frowning she twisted in his hold and shifted on his lap.
Kaelith let out a low guttural groan grabbing her hips and nuzzling his face into her neck.
"If you don’t stop giving me these looks, we’ll be doing different kinds of eating,” he grunted, the huskiness still lingering in his voice. Amara’s brow knitted together in innocent confusion— an irresistible urge to taint the innocence swept over him.
Pulling her closer, he pushed his erection against her thigh. Amara let out a low purr, but her eyes widened when she looked between them. The front of his pants had a huge tent pressed against her outer thigh.
“What? That’s your doing, little one. Take responsibility for this.” His voice carried a husky timbre that resonated like a low, sultry melody.
He watched with amusement as her neck flushed with a deep shade of crimson. Lowering her head, she sensed her heart fluttering, her skin ablaze, and his touch causing her breath to shorten.
Amara felt him pressing the spoon against her mouth once again, this time she kept her mouth closed, thinking he would tease her. But instead, he chuckled lowly and whispered.
“Open up.” Order, not a request. Opening her lips, she let him put the spoon into her mouth.
“Good girl.” Kaelith complimented.
The gentle breeze flowed through the window, gently swaying the curtains and carrying a fresh and alluring scent of peonies right from the garden in the backyard. The warm sunrays fell on her bare thighs dangling off his muscular legs.
Chewing, she looked up at him with her doe eyes. “Kaelith?”
Her voice caressed his ears. “Hmm…”
Scooping another spoonful of the porridge, he raised it to her mouth. Amara obediently opened her mouth. Her twinkling eyes looked at him once again.
“Can I… can I ask you for something?” Kaelith put the spoon down and turned his attention towards her. Pinching her chin between his finger and thumb, he tilted her chin back and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. His hand was on her thigh as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.
“Always, my love.” He rubbed his nose on her cheek making her blush profusely.
Taking a deep breath, Amara swallowed the bite and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt on her.
“Please don’t lock me like a prisoner, I promise I will stay here, as long as you want, but don’t treat me like…
like this.” Her voice was soft like the breeze.
She expectantly looked up again and gazed deep into his steel grey eyes.
“I want to roam in gardens, cook with Martha, explore the mansion, do everything I couldn’t do with Rafael…
. but I can’t if you keep me locked in these walls. I am a human, not an animal.”
Amara flinched when his thumb stopped rubbing circles. A panic-filled anticipation washed over her.
Kaelith' gaze lingered on her, lips set in a hard line.
Amara's apprehension heightened, and she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she might have overstepped some invisible boundary.
His expression was inscrutable, leaving her uncertain of his emotions.
Despite lacking any visible signs of anger, a sense of unease crept over her.
A flicker of something indefinable passed through Kaelith' eyes, a fleeting shade of grey that entrapped her. His thumb began tracing soothing circles on her thigh.
“That’s it? That’s what you want?” he asked with an emotionless voice. Amara thought of taking her words back, but something in her stopped her.
Lowering her head, she nodded. “Yes.”
“What if I refuse?” Her head snapped at him, eyes wide and glossy.
“Then...then I’ll not talk to you.” She said clenching her hands. A look of vulnerability flashed before her eyes as her lips wobbled. “Please…”
Kaelith tilted his head to the side. “How can I trust you?”
Desperation flowed through her veins as she clutched onto his arm with both hands. “I promise I’ll do whatever you say if you let me out.”
A mischievous look flashed in his eyes. Lips curled in a faint cruel smirk, leaning forward, his hand on her thigh moved under the shirt. Her breath hitched.
“Whatever you said, you realize what you’re giving me, right?” he huskily whispered, Amara blinked her eyes. “Control over you.”
The abrupt sensation hit her like a sudden gust of wind, leaving her with a parched throat. She instinctively swallowed, feeling the cool relief of her saliva momentarily soothing the dryness. “Aren’t you controlling me already?”
Kaelith chuckled.
“Debatable.” His lips twitched in amusement.
“Fine. Have your fun, but here are my conditions.” He tapped her inner thigh with his thumb.
“You want to roam in gardens? You can only go there with me. Want to cook? You’ll cook only and only for me.
I won’t restrict you from exploring the house, but at the end of the day, I want you here, in my room, on my bed…
in my arms.” His touch was scorching, yet his words put her on fire more. “Understand?”
Amara felt the warmth of Kaelith's embrace; a sense of liberation and trepidation filled her. The conditions he laid out were a paradoxical mixture of freedom and captivity.
“I understand.” She agreed, though, for the chance to step beyond the confines of her enforced seclusion.