Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 31: Consummation

"No, I don’t need your help," Luciana said, straining against his unyielding grip, but his hold was as strong as iron.

"Um, can you let go of me?" She asked. Her breathing had become heavier, and her throat suddenly felt patched. She subconsciously swallowed her saliva and licked her lips, causing them to glisten under the warm light from the lamp.

"What if I don’t want to?" He whispered, his voice low and magnetic, his penetrative gaze following all her actions and drawing her in like a whirlpool, devouring every nervous and shy expression. He decided this was his favorite position ever since he was born.

The tip of her hardened twin molds was pressed against his bare chest, and her soft body was nestled in his arms, a scene he had always fantasized about; he wanted to have her right there in the tub.

At first, when he had heard footsteps approaching the bathhouse, he had wondered which of the servants could be so bold as to come in there while he was taking his bath, but he was pleasantly surprised when he saw it was her.

He could tell she had no idea he was already in the bathroom watching her through the mist, seeing how she took off her clothes without any hint of shyness or awareness. He had trained himself to see in the dark and under bad weather conditions.

He had wanted to call her name and make her aware of his presence, but he just couldn’t; she was so mesmerizing that he could watch her undress all day long and not feel bored by the sight.

"Your Highness, this is improper. What if a servant walks in on us?" She said,

"Then I will pluck out that person’s eyes for daring to look at what is mine. I’m your husband; we are not doing anything wrong," he said authoritatively, and Luciana wanted to roll her eyes. Must he solve everything with violence?

"You... I... I want to quickly wash up and go back to bed," she said, and he immediately responded with, "I can help you with that."

"Nick, stop, or else..."

"Or else what?" He asked, leaning in and grazing his lips on the sensitive spot on her ears. There was no indication he was about to stop; his wet hands were now rubbing on her bare skin, caressing her, as his fingers began to trail to other areas and she began to feel nervous and scared at the same time.

Memories from her past life overlapped in her mind, and she didn’t like the feeling; she just wasn’t ready. When she saw that predatory look in his eyes, as if he was a wolf on a hunt, it reminded her of that night he forcefully had his way with her, and a chill ran down her spine, and she involuntarily trembled in his embrace.

Her actions had not escaped Nicholas’ keen observation, and he slowly released her; seeing how she was trembling, he pulled her away from him and looked into her eyes.

"Wildflower, you are trembling. What are you scared of? It’s just bathing, nothing else," he said, and she calmly nodded, the look in her eyes still fearful and distant. ’Luciana, you coward!’ She inwardly chided herself. She wanted to change things between Nicholas and her this time, but it seemed it was still complicated.

Even though allowing Nicholas to bathe her felt embarrassing and awkward because they had not shared such moments in her previous life, Luciana couldn’t help but realize she had seen a different side to the tyrant she was used to, and after a while, when she thought of it, she realized he wasn’t so bad.

Nicholas again treated her like a baby, patting her dry and getting her into one of the clean robes there that also served as a towel because it was made of heavy water-absorbent material. After making sure she was clean and dry, he carried her into their chambers. It was already past midnight when they retired to bed.

"Thank you," Luciana said, looking into his eyes. They were lying on the bed facing each other.

"What for?" He asked,

"For understanding and for not doing what you really wanted to do," she said.

Nicholas held himself from smiling hearing the certainty in her voice.

"What did you think I ’really" wanted to do?" he asked, intrigued. He made sure to stress the word "really."

Luciana blushed at his words; why was he such a rogue? How could she say such shameful words?

"You already know what I’m talking about; why should I repeat it?" She asked back.

"I really have no idea what you are talking about."

"You do."

"I really don’t."

"Okay, fine, about the consummation. Thanks for not going through with it," she said in a low voice, almost sounding like a whisper.

"How do you know that was what I wanted to do?" he asked, and she stared at him in confusion.

"You...You didn’t?" She asked as if she didn’t believe him and added after a beat,

"Then why wouldn’t you let go of me when I told you to?" she asked, her face as red as a tomato.

’How embarrassing! He might think she was wanton and her mind was filled with shameful things.’

"Luciana, if I want to make love to you, nothing would make me change my mind. You are mine, Luciana," he declared, and Luciana gulped. ’

Yes, this was the Nicholas she knew; he took whatever he wanted without thinking if it would affect the other party.’

Nicholas knew he was scaring her, but he needed to make her understand that he was not a saint; he was a full-blooded man, and she was the one thing he wanted most. Being so close to her but yet so far away was already as difficult as it was.

It was just that he could only think about how he didn’t want her to wake up alone in a cold, empty bed after their first night together. With other women, he hadn’t cared about such things; in fact, complaints about being left alone in the middle of the night had often irritated him. Yet with her, everything felt different. He wanted to indulge and pamper her, to shower her with the warmth and attention she deserved as his woman.

He would be leaving the capital at dawn with his men; that was why, even though he was dissatisfied with her disobedience, he had given in because he didn’t want to leave the capital when she was angry with him.

He also couldn’t deny he was being patient because he knew she still bore a grudge for what he did to her parents, and he was giving her a little time to grieve for them before he claimed her heart, body, and soul. He would claim all of it; she wouldn’t have any space left for anyone else.

"Can you give me more time? I’m not ready yet," she said.

"I know," he said, and Luciana visibly relaxed.

"But don’t keep me waiting for too long," he said and added after a beat, "I might be tempted to go to my concubines to satisfy my needs."

Luciana felt as if she had been punched; how annoying can he be? Why rub it in her face?

"You can also tell me, ’Nick, I don’t want you going to them; I want you all to myself," he said and paused.

"I will obey if that’s what you wish for," he added. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"I don’t want you going to them; I want you all to myself." When the words tumbled out of Luciana’s mouth, she thought she was possessed. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"I...I..."

"I understand... I will listen to my wife," Nicholas said, interrupting the flustered Luciana.

He leaned in, planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, and whispered.

"Now, sleep before I change my mind!"