The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 61. Your Lover.

Chapter 61: 61. Your Lover.

"I did not come here to fight you, Neriah." He calmly said as he turned around to face her again. Lords, he wanted to touch it. Her tears. He wanted to touch it so badly. What was suddenly wrong with him, he could not explain. But one thing was certain, he was enjoying this. Seeing her like this. Was this normal?

He took a step closer to her thinking she would backaway but she remained in her position, but when he reached to touch her moist cheek, she turned her head from him as she sniffled and held her arms, pinching them.

He withdrew his hand and took in a deep breath and thee exhaled loudly, "We shall be leaving for Trago by dawn tomorrow," he could see her eyes open wider and the tears pour even more and he had to fight heaven and earth within himself to control the corner of his lips from curling upward. Seriously, when did this mad excitement begin? The excitement from seeing her like this...

"So I thought you should at least eat before we set out for our journey tomorrow." He explained and her eyes dilated and her body trembled.

"W_we can not." She managed to stutter the words. "Why are we leaving so early? We cannot leave just yet. You cannot just take me away from the home I have always known!!" She yelled and cried. And Barak felt a rush in the pit of his stomach, for her tears stained red cheeks were beautiful. So beautiful that he wanted to munch on them and he wanted to taste her tears. Dear gods! He was not normal.

"I refuse to leave my home!" She stomped her feet on the ground.

"Neriah, it is inevitable. You are married to a crowned prince, you have to return with me to Trago." He calmly tried to explain. "If you were married to any mere person then of course you can both decide to stay here in Avelah, but Neriah, we are leaving for Trago tomorrow. Me and you together." He reassured her and she bit her bottom lip with so much vehemence that he was certain she would taste blood.

"I am not leaving! I will not leave! Unless you will tie me up and bundle me like a sack of potatoes, I shall not leave my home!!" She yelled and Barak scoffed, she was just being unreasonable and stubborn as usual.

"Why? You want to stay here so you can meet with him?" He suddenly snickered and took a step closer to her.

"W_What?" The question came out as a whisper from her lips.

"You want to be able to run into his arms even now that you are married to me?!" He roared and she flinched in shock.

"Your Lover! The one you were lying for. The one you wanted to exchange my head for!!" He was standing in front of her again with both hands on her shoulder.

"Let go of me!" She hissed.

"Why? Do you think I would not know? That he was the one you were trying to elope with on the day of our wedding! The one you called beautiful that night. That night when you had so cleverly deceived me in this very room!"

"I said let me go you big oaf!" She ordered and tried to wiggle her way out of his hold but it was of no use. He was stronger.

"Oh how much I believed you that night. The poor and pour virgin maid who gladly spread her legs open wide for me—"

"Shut up you bastard!!"

"Squirming and moaning underneath me! All the while thinking of another man while I thrusted in and out of you—"

"Shut up! I said shut your mouth, you bastard!"

"While I thought you were just a mere maid who sincerely felt something for me, be it compulsively, instinctively or impulsively! I had no idea that the sweet nectre I was tasting was poison. But cursed be the hands that crafted you, for you are the most delicious poison yet!"

"Get away from me! I will hear no more of this!! Let me go!"

"No you will listen!! You shall listen to everything I say, woman! Oh how you must have laughed in your heart. While a part of me was genuinely feeling guilty that I had somehow goaded you into sleeping with me, I had no idea what you had planned for me. I could never have considered that you were the one doing the goading, for your own reasons. I could never have guessed that while I kissed and sucked on your skin you had another in your heart, and not only that, you also had my death carefully planned in your head."

"Shut up!!! I said shut your mouth! Do not blame me! You are not free of guilt either! If only you had sincerely told me that you were the prince, then none of that would have happened!" She finally retorted and he could not control the boisterous but belittling laughter that echoed through the room.

"Is that the nonsense you will justify your actions with?" He inquired as he stared at her incredulously. "Because I can remember I told you I was the prince. Unlike you who blatantly lied that you were the princess’s maid. I remember vividly informing you that I was prince Barak!"

"You should have convinced me more!! You should have explained it to me more! You should have shown me proof of your princehood!" She rebutted. "You think I enjoyed sleeping with you! I hated it! Why would I ever want to give myself to a disgusting barbarian like you!!! If I knew you were truly the prince then I would have used my words alone! Not given an idiot like you my body!" She yelled back and her words were like a huge hammer to his pride and he hated it. Hated that someone so little could get to him in different ways.

"But what to do princess? You have married this idiot barbaric man and it is only customary that you give your body to your husband whenever he asks for it." He snickered and her eyes widened with disgust.

"What are you saying?! Let me go this instant!" Her struggles doubled following his words. She wriggled and punched and scratched to get out of his hold.

"And since our wedding night is long overdue, why don’t we have it now." And there it was, the look on her face that excited him. That look that brought a rush of tingles inside his stomach. It was there in her eyes... Vulnerability.

Before she could even fight his hold again, his lips were locked on hers and her body pressed upon his.

She was his wife... His woman. By all the demons she was his. His to punish, his to show mercy. She was his. His to kiss, his to touch, and yes... His to make love to.

All of her belonged to him, he was going to make sure of it. Body, mind, soul, heart...

All of it... All of her.