King Dreksil found Marlo lying alone on the floor in the stateroom. He immediately attended his faithful General. "Are you okay?" He asked when he woke up. Marlo frowned as he stood up immediately, "I'm sorry, I feel embarrassed that I fell asleep, My king..." The King wanted to laugh at what he said. "It wasn't your fault. It seemed like you were under her magical ability." "I'm sorry, but what are you saying, My King?" Marlo was confused. "You didn't know that Karylla was here?" He asked. Marlo's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I was unaware of it. What had she done? Are you okay?" "Yes, for now," the King replied. "That woman is dangerous with her new power ability. I wished to capture her, but she managed to summon me, though not entirely. It was her hair moving like living vines that controlled me. I don't think she would bother us for a while from what happened tonight, but she won't stop. We must always be ready, especially at night. And make it public
His soft lips applied the appropriate amount of pressure as they softly pulled at hers. Perfect—neither too stiff nor too smooth. "Oh, sleeping queen, if I didn't know better, I'd assume you kissed me back, but that is impossible," the King murmured. Why? She tried to speak it out loud but couldn't. Her voice was stuck in her throat, making it difficult for her to speak. She tried to get up, but her body refused. What's going on here? I am immobile. Why? Then the scent of lavender and a powdery scent lingered in the air. It was her favorite shampoo and bubble bath. She could smell around, then her eyes slowly opened, and she realized she was in a dark room. She felt the hand caressing her cheek in a feather touch as the gorgeous lips kissed her once more despite her mouth refusing to move. She was uncertain of her current location when she took a breath. Her cheek rested on a very masculine, solid chest, and a smile touched her lips as she peered to see King Dreksil fast as
The King gasped in delight when he saw the slight movement of Izabella's eyelids. "Hey..." His voice whispered when he couldn't stand it—eagerly waiting for Izabella to open her eyes finally. After blinking a few times, Izabella slowly smiled as her eyes focused on King Dreksil, who carefully studied her actions. "Oh, baby..." He said, pressing a light kiss on her lips. "You scared the daylights out of me fainting like that," said the King, gently caressing the back of his hand on her cheek. "What happened?" She asked, seeing the dextrose injection attached to her right hand. "Am I sick?" "No, but you need sustenance," he said, shaking his head. "Do you remember that I was under a spell?" Izabella was stunned for a moment, frowning. "Yes, but didn't you say you remember everything?" "Yes, everything came back to me during your slumber?" "What does that mean?" "You were sleeping due to defying the spell, which you could have forever like that or eventually die, but your
Izabella jumped up from her bed when she heard loud knocks on her bedroom door. Before she could stand, the door opened. "Hmm. Indeed, you're back here. I hope you've completely disappeared from the people here!" "What are you talking about, Camilla?" What she said to her created a deep gash on her forehead. The newcomer shook her head as if she couldn't believe her reaction. When she heard several pairs of feet approaching, even Camilla looked at the door. Doctor Jones and her Aunt Esmeralda entered, followed by a familiar face. "Good morning," she greeted with a smile. And her eyes stopped at the companion of the two. "Hi, Aunt Xania! You came to visit." "Yes, because I missed you," said their guest smiling. They looked at Camilla's explosive departure. "I'm fine, but why are you like that when you can look at me?" "Don't you remember anything before Robert found you in the forest?" "Daddy, yesterday you kept asking me about that. Where should I be found? Jerry as
Izabella stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at her visitors. Her Aunt Xania showed her companion something in the photo album usually displayed at the console table. Her companion was facing their direction, so Izabella had a chance to study her profile like in a trance. She thought their young woman visitor embodied the ideal of a beautiful woman with a slim figure, light complexion, and a shapely neck that flowed into her seductive body. But what drew her in were her gorgeous eyes, full lips, and head shape covered in red copper hair. She gently prodded her stepbrother, who appeared enthralled by her attractiveness. "You like her beauty?" She teased him in a whisper. He responded with a soft laugh, "Sure," "But I feel like I was staring at a different image of yourself, Iza, aside from the fiery hair and dark eyes." "What?" "She seems a little taller than you, but you virtually look the same, so..." Mrs. Jones purposefully cleared her throat to interrupt their in-dep
When Marlo discovered that the alien secretion drink King Dreksil had requested would run out, he shook his head. The drink was made of coconut rum, melon liqueur, and pineapple juice and had a blue sugar rim. The beverage had a nearly radioactive green hue. He would reach for this beverage when the monarch felt irritated or agitated like he was doing now. He could tell how ferociously upset he was by the expression on his face. However, he recognized his ruler. Who wouldn't want to after being left behind by the lady he made his queen? Among the many ladies who pleaded to be loved and owned by King Dreksil, he only had feelings for Izabella. She was also the only one whose extreme attitude caused him to violate his rules. Instead of instructing her on how to submit to her husband, the ruler of Chronos, he cherished her for being too proud to be tamed. How did I get here? King Dreksil's mind was in a state of shock until the point at which the woman he had devoted his unique feeling
The king jerked, startled by the unusual calm of his suite, and peered around. He woke up to find himself in the center of his bed. He inhaled deeply as he fixed his focused gaze on the lofty ceiling.He could feel a void within him. He was unable to express his anguish and longing. More tragic than losing his parents. He thought he had lost everything. And was unwilling to accomplish anything for the rest of the day since he felt weak and miserable.He sensed Marlo's presence. And only his eyes glanced at the open door when he entered his premises."Greetings, Your Majesty. I hope you're feeling great and not sick from too many of those beverages you had on an empty stomach..."He shrugged it off as he got up and sat on the edge of his bed. He felt himself growing old suddenly because of his softening sense of self."Any plans for today, My King?" He inquired why he remained standing in front of the monarch."No, unless you got one," he said, somewhat bored. "I'd rather bury myself un
But she didn't pull away. It seemed he wanted to put his arms around her to see what happened as his hand extended in the air. And he finally placed his large hand on the back of her head. His lips covered hers again and controlled the kiss for a while. She wanted the urge to stop him but was mesmerized with wonder as they gazed at each other. "What are you thinking?" He whispered huskily. Her eyes widened as their eyes met for a second. She licked her lips while his eyes followed that movement before she replied, "I wanted to feel your lips with my eyes closed." What the hell? She scolded herself for telling him. "Why?" She shrugged," I'm not sure, but I like the sensation of your… No, forget it--" "I know what you mean," he cut in with his eyes roaming on her face and stopped as he gazed back. "But I want to look into your eyes and how they react as our lips go together." She gulped as his golden eyes darkened with desire. His kiss was soft and testing but not clumsy. Inste