Violet
I woke up with a throbbing ache between my legs.
The mont I tried to sit up, the soreness flared sharply, leading to a stabbing pain in my back. I winced and laid back down looking up at the ceiling.
My face flushed as the night’s mory crashed over in vivid detail.
I pulled the covers over my face and groaned, trying to get rid of the troubleso thoughts. The ache persisted and I sighed, rembering a small detail.
Had he kept going even after I passed out?
The thought should have horrified , but instead I felt stunned. Baffled. And strangely amazed by my own body’s capacity to endure what had happened last night.
And it felt so good...
Then a slight panic set in.
My hand flew to my stomach, pressing against the soft fabric of whatever he’d dressed in. I hadn’t used what his sister gave and he had finished in a few tis.
Just as the disturbing thoughts started to filter in and disrupt the peaceful mont, for so reason I recalled drinking sothing...
I blinked, trying to rember.
How many tis did I even pass out?
My pulse thrumd under my skin. The thick sticky liquid he had fed through a kiss. I pressed my lips tight. Why did he even give it to like that?
My cheeks started to sting as I recalled details about it. I rembered the similar sweetness of the concoction, and the way his tongue had made swallow every drop.
He had thought of it even when I hadn’t rembered.
My hands remained on my stomach, trying to calm the nervous flutter there.
I reached out with my senses, searching for his presence in the room, needing so kind of anchor after everything that had happened.
Nothing.
The absence hit harder than expected, a hollow feeling spreading through my chest that felt almost like... sadness?
But then his energy suddenly appeared close. So close it made start. As if he had materialised right outside his quarters.
The door opened and when he entered, every bit of composure I thought I had shattered instantly.
I couldn’t look at him.
Irritated, I stared at the rumpled sheets on my lap, hyperaware of every sound he made as he moved closer. The barely audible fall of his footsteps. The quiet rustle of fabric. The way the air seed to shift with his presence.
"How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle, careful in a way that made my chest ache.
"Sore," I admitted quietly, still unable to et his eyes. "Really sore."
In an instant, he was here.
I hadn’t even seen him move, but suddenly his hand was cradling the back of my neck and tilting my face up to et his. My eyes squeezed shut reflexively.
He chuckled and I imdiately felt embarrassed.
"I’m sorry about that," he murmured, and I felt his mouth was on mine before I could respond.
It was soft, tender, and reminded a lot like the kiss back at the estate before I followed Ila to the outer district. When he pulled away, his hands guided gently back down into the pillows, easing into a reclined position with such careful attention that made my face flush even hotter.
I opened my eyes to find him looking away slightly. There was a small discomfort reflected on his face.
"I pushed you too far. I should have—" He stopped and sighed, seeming to struggle with his words. He then briefly closed his eyes. "I should have stopped sooner."
I remained silent, not knowing what to say.
What was I even supposed to say in this situation?
"The hunt starts in two days," he continued after a mont, his voice shifting into sothing more controlled. "We had to speed up the event due to a coming eclipse which is bound to happen in three days." He finally looked at , and the gentle bliss in his eyes nearly stunned . "I’ll be leaving within the hour and won’t be back until tomorrow evening."
"Oh..." I sounded disappointed and imdiately got annoyed by it.
It wasn’t like he was going to be gone forever.
He moved to one of the tables connected to the wall and picked up a tray of food I hadn’t noticed before from there. He brought it to the bed and set it carefully on the mattress right beside within easy reach.
"Wa—wait..." I blurted out and he paused, staring at . I glanced at my stomach, my hand still on it underneath the covers. "The... your sister gave a contraceptive. I was supposed to have taken it a few hours before—"
He smiled faintly. "I gave you so to drink last night. The timing doesn’t necessarily matter as long as it is hours before or after."
The information brought a bit of relief and I relaxed.
"I know it might be difficult for you to move for a while, but please, get so rest."
He leaned down and kissed again. This ti, on my forehead.
My lips slightly tipped in a wry smile and I couldn’t help but say, "You’re treating like a baby."
He chuckled again and his eyes seed to light up. I stilled. I hadn’t seen him like that before.
He took a deep breath and stood up, still smiling. He glanced at one more ti before turning to leave.
"I’ll be back."
The door closed quietly behind him.
I stared at it for a long mont, feeling the weight of his absence settle over the room. Then, slowly, I sank deeper into the covers and pulled them up over my head, hiding from the morning light and fresh air filtering through the open balcony... along with the confusing tangle of emotions inside .
A sharp sting shot up my spine and I frowned at the annoying consequence of what had happened last night.
This was ridiculous, why did he have to continue?
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