Chapter 223: His Torment

He was no longer interested in looking at the sky to look at stars or the city for light. He found that everything he needed was beside him. And his mood improved.

"What are you looking at?" Silja saw him staring without blinking.

"The most beautiful scenery," a mischievous smile settled on his lips and also affected Silja's mood.

"I think my mother would be very pleased to have you as a daughter in law," he turned around and then lay down on the ground and put his head on Silja's lap.

"Why, because I'm pretty?" Silja raised her eyebrows.

"Nahh .. because you are witty," Donovan pulled her hand and put one on his chest while the other on his head. Silja tangled her slender fingers in his jet black hair. Which were incredibly smooth. Silja felt envious of his hair for a second. 

"You have a very smooth mouth you know!" She rolled her eyes at his reply.

When Donovan saw her rolling her eyes he pulled her cheeks with both of his hands, "And you have quite a guts to roll your eyes in front of the prince Donovan," 

"Ouch...so what I'm your wife prince Donovan. I have the right to do anything to you without any fear," Silja raised her chin proudly.

"You yourself give me status similar to you, don't regrate it now," She added.

"Is that so. With that saying I should also have the right to do anything I want with you right," Donovan raised his eyebrows.

"What do you want to do?" Silja blurted out without thinking but as soon as she did she saw his eyes darkening.

This was bad.

"Well, I want to do this…" Donovan murmured and then he pulled Silja down and pressed his lips on her, instantly his lungs filled with her unique marine fresh scent which he longed the most.

Silja couldn't protest as she felt the familiar sensation of his lips on hers.

He slowly sucked on her lips, trying to savour the taste and softness that they offered. Slowly sucking and pulling her. Donovan's hands were entangled in Silja's hair. He opened the hair bun and set them free on their faces gently.

Cold night and warm lips. It was some euphoric combination to drive them away.

Soon Donovan released her and stood up from her lap. He gently held her shoulders and pushed her down before putting his lips on her again.

Silja held his shoulder with one while she entangled her other hand in his ink-black hair.

Moans slipped their mouths as the intensity of their actions increased.

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Impatient Donovan started to roam his hand on Silja's body unruly.

Donovan pulled back for a few seconds to give Silja some time to breathe. Then he rolled over and pulled Silja up so he could venture his hand all over her back.

Silja was wearing a dress that had strings on the back. Donovan first tried to open them. But the man who was accustomed to breaking them couldn't untie the knots. At the end with his strong hand, Donovan broke the laces.

"Ahh…" Silja groaned when he pulled the dress and Silja felt her dress tearing up. The cold wind instantly hit on her bar back and then she felt Donovan's scaled hand touching her skin, while he again pulled her for a deep kiss. His lips demanded, not wanting to stop from enjoying the sweetest nectar of her lips which was mixed with her soothing scent.

She felt his strong hands encircled around her body tightly but not too much to hurt her. He was holding her body securely. As the kiss deepened they both started to forget their surroundings. Donovan pulled the dress and Silja's chest was exposed immidealtly. Donovan's eyes darkened at the view and he pushed his head on her neck immidealtly.

But suddenly Silja lifted her head and pushed him away, breaking the contact.

"No…." They were out in the open and he has tore her dress completely. The cold wind on her bare skin made her head clear. But Donovan was simply not in the mood to stoping.

There was no reason for him to stop. She was his wife and there was nothing that he need to consider.

Donovan held her hand tried to kiss her again. When he couldn't reach Silja's lips his lips settled on her neck. He nibbled on her skin, forming a rather glaring love bite. Even though Silja was trying to resist but he was such a skilful man that all his touches were unbearable that it was hard to make her mind sane.

"D-donovan please not here. It is uncomfortable here," Silja tried to speak between slipping moans.

Uncomfortable?

Donovan finally let go of her and sighed heavily.

He looked around and saw this place was actually unsuitable for their first night. They were in the open and the night was cold. It may not be much for him since he was warm-blooded but Silja didn't have such a body.

Plus the ground was uneven to lay down.

He looked at his wife in the eyes for a few seconds. Again a heavy sigh left his mouth. He then looked away trying to not look at her half-exposed chest which was tempting him to the bones.

He pushed Silja up gently and then sat up. Silja hurriedly pulled the dress to secure her body.

She could feel how uncomfortable Donovan was. 

"You are tormenting me you know," Donovan gave her a deep look. His lips were pursed and his forehead sweating. It was clear that he was holding up something. Donovan rubbed his face hard with his hand to get rid of the desire he was feeling.

"I…." Silja's lips opened to say something but she couldn't form a sentence. Silja felt guilty and cast her eyes down. Donovan smiled at her reaction and extended his hand to feel her lips. He rubbed his thumb on her wet lips slowly and sensually.

Silja gasped for breath as he did that.

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