The Throne Is Mine
Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Killian brought them back to their bedroom and sat on the bed. "Are you alright? I’ve wanted him gone since I met you and now that he is finally leaving, you have me wanting to find some way to make him stay."

"I am fine. I am just wrapping my mind around the fact he will not be here tomorrow. I wish Cyrus had informed me earlier, but I was out of the castle for a day. I will get used to it soon. I have to since I cannot make him stay and you must not do anything to try to make him stay. Cyrus and Gina have their lives to live at some point. I can’t keep them chasing after my dreams. I am going back to bed for a little more rest before dinner," Amelia said, getting out of Killian’s arms to crawl onto the bed.

"It does not seem like you are fine as you are appearing to be. I’ve heard human women are complicated and now I see why," said Killian.

Amelia smiled as Killian always amused her without trying. "I promise you that I am fine, Killian. I just want to rest a bit more. My body is sore thanks to you," she softly spoke. The last thing she needed right now was to feed his ego.

"Then didn’t you say so earlier? I would have waited till you were better to show you the mirror. Would you like a massage? I am free to help get rid of pain anywhere you are feeling sore," Killian cheekily smiled as he followed Amelia onto the bed to lay with her.

"If I let you touch me, I will end up with my body even more sore than it already is right now. Just lay beside me, Killian. And keep your hands to yourself," Amelia quickly added when Killian reached out to touch her. He had a way with his words and touch to convince her to be intimate with him again.

"We must acknowledge the fact that you do not want me to touch you because you cannot control yourself. You can always have your way with me," Killian said, still taking up her hand and placing it on his chest.

"It sounds like I would be taking advantage of you. Please don’t ever let anyone hear you say that. I am truly sore, Killian. It is my back," Amelia reached behind her.

"Did I hurt you-"

"No, it was hurting from when I had on my dress and it was tied too tightly. I was too caught up in confessions and making love to tell you that it was hurting me. I should truly stop having my dresses tied so tight. I will end up hurting my back if I keep this up. I will take up your offer," Amelia rolled to be on her stomach. "Do not dip in further than my back."

"Of course," Killian replied. "Tell me if my hands are too much for your back."

"I will," Amelia laid her head against her pillow, awaiting Killian’s touch. Her body shivered when he touched the spot that was aching.

His strong hands were just what she needed to get rid of the pain. Killian was gentle with each touch on her back and he moved his hands like he was used to massaging someone’s body. Amelia thought it should almost be forbidden for Killian to be so skilled, but then again, she would reap these benefits if he was not so perfect.

"Killian," Amelia warned when she felt him start to pull down the straps of her dress.

"The dress was getting in the way of helping you. I will not go any lower," Killian kept his promise. He rubbed his hands along a red spot that had formed on her back. From this moment on, she wasn’t allowed to tie her breasts tightly. He would simply get rid of anyone who dared to take a peep at her.

He tried to be more gentle with his movement when Amelia winced as his fingers went over the red spot. "I-" Killian began to tease her, but narrowed his eyes when the red spot on her back slowly started to disappear.

Amelia relaxed as the pain started to fade away. "When we are no longer Queen and King, we should start a business with you doing massages. I will deal with everything else like the money and finding customers. Killian?" Amelia turned her head sideways to get a good look at him. It was never a good thing when he was silent. "I hope you aren’t plotting to tease me."

"Is the pain gone?" Killian asked.

"Yes, thanks to you. That is why I have been complimenting you. Is something wrong? Your expression is scaring me," Amelia said, worried that there was something more wrong with her back.

"It is nothing," Killian replied, looking at her back which was now without a red mark.

It was not his doing. It had to be Amelia’s body getting rid of the mark itself, but he couldn’t see why when there was nothing special about her for her to heal on her own. He also knew that she was not slowly turning into a demon because she would be in pain from the moment her body wanted to change. There had to be something about Amelia that he and everyone around, even Lucifer, had missed. The missing clue might be her strange mother who seemed to have many secrets.

To not worry Amelia just yet, Killian continued to massage her back. He would have to take Amelia to someone who had a better eye than most creatures like himself.

Killian slipped his hands under Amelia to feel the curve of her breast and gave each side a light squeeze before going back up to her back.

"Killian."

"I am sticking to my promise. I promised you that I would not go any lower than your back," he answered, revealing the one flaw in what she asked him not to do.

"My breasts are not in need of your hands massaging them and neither is my back at the moment. I already feel much better. Go away," she tried to swat his hands away, but Killain slipped by her and fully palmed her breasts again. He circled them with his hands, enjoying the fullest and the weight before moving on to her back again. "How do I almost forget that I married a horny demon. I cannot keep up with you."

Despite her words for him to stay on her back, Amelia rested her head on her pillow once more and closed her eyes, enjoying Killian’s touch. It took her mind away from having to say goodbye to Cyrus for who knows how long when the sun would rise.

Killian stopped massaging her back when he knew Amelia was fast asleep. She was sleeping so peacefully that he dared not wake her up for dinner. She had a long eventful day and could be excused from dinner for one night.

Killian, however, was still curious about her body and needed to speak with Lucifer or Lilith. Whichever one he spotted first.

Killian left Amelia alone in her room where she was safe with the guards standing outside and though he wasn’t near, he had his ways of keeping a close eye on her. "I need to speak to you," he folded his arms, watching the couple before him rush to undress each other.

"Are fucking serious?" Lucifer pushed Lilith to the side to get a good look at Killian. "Can’t you see that we’re busy? No one interrupted you when you were fucking your-"

"Rude," Lilith squeezed Lucifer’s mouth shut. "And it was also rude for you to interrupt us when you knew what we were doing here."

"Why must the two of you have sex in the throne room of all places? On my fucking chair?" Killian growled, disgusted by the sight of Lucifer with his pants fallen to his feet while Lilith on top of him.

"Lilith thought you would kill us if we sat in Amelia’s chair. I thought it would be exciting to have sex here. It is quite nice," Lucifer said, inspecting the comfortable chair. "You should try it sometime. Perhaps alongside Lilith and I. I do love when there is company. We’ve been looking for a couple to spend some time with."

"Not even in my dreams would I join you. Take that chair with you when you are leaving. I have no need for it anymore," said Killian.

"Oh come on, Killian. I have nothing for you to be concerned about. As the devil, I am free from any diseases everyone else gets from sex. I am a clean man. Can Lilith and I continue while you watch or would you like to come black-"

"Get off my fucking throne," Killian said, tempting to throw Lucifer off of it.

"You just said we can keep it, but sure," Lucifer muttered as he stood up. "What do you want to talk about?"