Accidentally Married To A Demon - Mila Young Page 0,44

be an exhausting experience for her. Not that she showed it at all. Cretu was a diligent worker, expecting the both of us to be up by sunrise and not quitting on work until she needed to head back to the village to sell her produce. She would return later in the day and continue working until nightfall.

There would be no telling her not to come on the weekends. I didn't even need to have an idea of how long she would work. Like the plants that she tended to, she was up with the sun, and down with it too.

I did find myself enjoying it, as well as the quiet work ethic of the dryad. I never did want to have her glare at me anymore, not after the first few times. She didn't yell, snap, or say much of anything. Just the glare of her green-blue eyes was enough to set me on the right course, although she would occasionally step in and tell me where to set the posts, how to set them, and how deep they needed to go.

When asked how she knew what would work, she would shrug and mutter something about how the vines knew best what they wanted. The first couple of days of work had my whole body sore to the point where sex was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted was a good meal and a night's sleep. Rog never seemed to press, always ready with the evening meal like clockwork. I didn't even know how he found the time.

But as my body started becoming more accustomed to the hard labor, there was a certain revitalization, and the evening visits became more and more frequent. Almost every night, although I couldn't count on waking with him in bed with me.

There was still some hatred there, but the man knew what he was doing in the sack. There was no point in turning it down when I needed something to relax with by the end of the day. And as much as I refused to admit it, he was growing on me.

I emerged from my room and he was there, grinning. Before either of us said a word, he closed the distance between us. The hunger was in his eyes again, and I grabbed him by the shirt, bringing him to me.

“Missed you,” I whispered against his mouth, words I hadn’t meant to say, but in the state of arousal, thinking straight was never my strong suit.

He pulled the buttons of my top until I was finally free of it. I reached back, but his hands were already there, deftly undoing my bra and tossing it to wherever my shirt had gone.

I was right in assuming that the feelings would be that much more intense as his hands moved over my stomach, climbing up to cup my breasts. Tentatively at first before callused digits lightly glided over my nipples.

Natural and mystical mixed, and I sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, feeling my whole body shuddering as I started to pull his shirt away. I didn't need it all the way off, just enough so that I could feel the hard planes of his chest with no incumbrances. His hands moved away from my chest, prompting a soft noise of complaint from me, even though it was quickly cut off as he curled his fingers into the elastic of my skirt and underwear, pulling them both off. I stepped out of them. In no time, he grasped my hips and had me off my feet. My insides burned up at the growing need. I snapped my legs around his hips, my arms looped around his neck.

I thought for a moment that he was taking us back into my room, to my bed or maybe a couch, but I grunted as he pressed my bare back into the wall, still on the terrace, feeling the chilly breeze cutting through the open windows from the rooms. I shivered and not from the cold. There was too much heat between us for that.

He growled softly in my ear, an inhuman sound, and he dipped his head down, pressing his lips to my neck. One hand moved up, around me, enveloping me and rushing through my long, red hair before gripping the back of my head, pulling me in closer to him.

With one hand, he reached down and unbuckled himself, then he traced the tip of his hardness against my heat.

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