could be, I already know.
Not only could I feel Elias’ presence as soon as he stepped out here, I also know that nobody else in this castle would dare to touch me.
“You’re not pregnant then?” he starts.
Spinning around, I narrow my eyes and shift my gaze up to meet his. “Why would you even ask me that?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “I had hoped…”
“I’m sure that you did. That way you could lock me away and never have to put up with me again,” I snap.
His brows tug together and his lips turn down into a frown. “Sweeting,” he begins.
I hold my hand up. “No, stop right there. No more sweetings, no more soft Sybillas. No more anything. This morning was a mistake. I know the witches did something to make us crave each other, carnally, but we’re just going to have to fight that, because it’s not happening again.”
I hear a small rumble of thunder in the distance and the scent of rain becomes stronger. Elias tilts his head to the side, his eyes focused on me and looking nowhere else.
“Do you love Merek?” he oddly asks, ignoring my words completely.
“What?” I cry. “Of course not. I mean maybe it would be easier if I did, he’s sure a hell of a lot nicer than you are, but no I don’t love Merek.”
His lips twitch into a small smile. “You cannot love him and do you know why?” he strangely asks. Crossing my arms over my chest, I press my lips together and shake my head. “Because you are bound to your heart’s true love, physically. You become ill if you and your true love are not together and your true love feels the same effects.”
I take a step back, not quite believing this shit. That witch bitch. I mean it would make sense that Elias is the one, especially with the way I just plopped in his castle the way I did, ripped from my home and my family.
“If I don’t want to be bound to an asshole like you?” I ask.
His mouth turns up into a big, too beautiful smile. Damn the bastard and his beautifully scarred face and the way that it makes my belly melt.
Elias takes a step toward me, wrapping his arm around my waist before he hauls me against his strong chest. His mouth touches mine, his warm lips just staying there and not kissing, just touching mine. It’s sexy and sensual and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Elias,” I whisper breathily.
He hums, and that brings a shiver down my spine as my body arches closer to his, begging for more of his touch, more of what happened earlier, more of him giving me pleasure.
“You are my queen, Sybilla. With or without that spell, I knew that you were meant to be mine the moment that I laid eyes on you. Prophecy be damned, you were made for me, sweeting. I do not know how to be a husband or a lover, not properly.”
“Are you saying you’ve never been in a relationship before?” I ask.
He grins. “I’ve had many relations, but usually not with the same woman more than a few times. This is new to me, Sybilla. You must have patience. I’ll not be the man of your dreams. I have duties that far outweigh any personal desires. You will need to understand that I will not be able to be available to cater to your every whim,” he explains gently.
“Yes, I realize this.” I nod.
His lips gently touch mine in a soft kiss. “I vow to endeavor to be a better husband from here on out.”
“Is this an apology?”
“Kings do not apologize, sweeting.”
“Not even to their queens?” I gasp.
He chuckles, his arms flexing around me. “Not even to their queens, but I will try to be better to you and for you.”
Without another word, he shifts his head and his lips capture my own. He may not think that kings apologize, but that very moment, as his tongue tangled with mine, my king apologized for being a royal asshole to his queen.
Chapter Twenty-One
SYBILLA
My eyelids flutter open to the feeling of soft lips brushing against my lower belly. Lifting my hand, I thread my fingers through his hair, gently tugging his head back. He looks up at me, his lips turning up into a small smile.
Using my other hand, I extend my index finger and slide it down his scarred eye. His entire body stiffens and I slide my finger over to his