My Lady Chef

Chapter 13: New Feelings

Ezran's POV:

I stared at the dazzling beauty who was sleeping beside me. Her blonde hair was disheveled and

caressed the sheets and pillows, her swollen lips were red from all the kisses we shared. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Her curves could not be hidden beneath the sheets as it lovingly shapes into her plump hips and

hugged her lovely breasts. The dawning light showed the love marks I made while I was out of my mind

with lust for her.

And yet...I could not stop looking at her.

I have not even known her that well and yet it feels different. It was a feeling I am not sure I like.

Why her? There were women more skilled in the art of seduction and more beautiful than her but their

practiced hands and whispers are all but forgotten the moment I held her.

A discreet scratching noise made me reach for my robe as I opened the door.

It was Milford. I recalled his letter to me about how kind and gentle Alaina was even when she was

given a small allowance for the first month; From that small gesture, it seems like my head butler's

affection for his mistress was positive.

"Milord, I trust that the deed was done?" he whispered, and at my nod, his shoulder sagged with relief.

"Are you available to discuss what will happen to the duchess's living arrangements?"

Normally I would not hesitate to go but I looked back at my sleeping wife and felt a reluctance to leave.

"Maybe at a later time then, Your Grace?" the head butler smiled and I nodded.

"Milford. Have a servant take away last night's food and have a nice breakfast cart sent here in an hour.

My lady might also want some tea and sweets so bring another of that as well." I pondered over

another thing and coughed in embarrassment. " Lastly, bring a basin, towels, and warm water plus the

best healing salve from our apothecary."

Milford's face was one of shock which is understandable since I was never one to care about a lady's

comfort.

After he left to carry out my orders, I disrobed and slid back into the sheets; the movement made her

moan and she shifts closer to me.

I continued to stare at her before I gave in to the urge and pulled her closer to me.

"Hnngh?" Her eyes opened halfway and she closed them again as she snuggled against my chest.

"So...cold..."

The room did feel a little chilly. I pointed a finger until a black ball appeared on my tip. One flick and it

went straight to the fireplace and ignited the dying embers until there was a roaring fire.

Since when have ever I cared whether my lover was hot or cold?

As I buried my nose in her hair which smells of fresh-cut flowers and sun-kissed grass. The usual

loneliness I feel whenever the heat of sex vanishes never came.

Instead, I feel at peace and calm.

It was unnerving but I cannot seem to tear myself away from this woman.

It must be because of her fey blood. Stories about how fey males become devoted to their mates once

they find the one that calls to their soul came to mind. A female fey has the power to call to a male that

she has affection for and oftentimes her love for her mate soothes and calms any negative emotions.

But I am not fey. All of Dranvelle are aware of the Aisenburg family possessing dragon blood in their

veins which makes us very powerful, volatile and our aggressive aura somehow intimidates normal

humans especially females.

This is why finding a wife who can tolerate us is impossible.

"You don't seem repulsed by me....my little one. Could it be because of your blood?" I talked to myself.

" maybe because of the way you reacted to me."

My memories of last night were as clear as day to me. The sound of her voice was so erotic as she

moved with me instead of resisting. Her instinctual movements only served to turn me on even more.

Her flesh glowed as I held her and the way her hands touched my jaw and back surprised me. They

conveyed her desire as a female seeking release.

Release that I was willing to give to her. I could never the delicious sensation of her squeezing me tight

until every drop was gone.

She looked very beautiful then and I was entranced by it last night.

Shit. I am going crazy. I must get out of here now.

But then the knock of the door made me pull away from my wife as I washed and dressed up.

The maid with brown hair and eyes flinched upon seeing me as she bowed as I opened the door,

allowing her to push the food cart inside.

"Do not linger and get out." I growled when she kept looking at my wife's back.

"Y-yes Your Grace. Enjoy your meal." She all but dashed out as I closed the door.

That....was a normal female's reaction to me.

I must have slammed the door too loudly because a startled gasp came from the bed as she got up

only to collapse in bed after few seconds moaning in pain.

Alarmed, I went near the bed and saw that she was hugging a pillow muffling her voice, her entire body

was shaking.

Poor thing. She must hate me now because it always hurts the first time.

I have no idea what to say to make it feel any better so I did what I can do...

I grabbed the basin from the cart and poured the warm water and approached her.

"Good morning wife." I knelt beside her and waited until she looked at me from her pillow.

I saw no resentment. Her eyes were teary with pain and embarrassment though and that made me

braver as I set the basin on the table side and dampened the towel cloth.

"Should I help you sit?" I offered a hand and she stared at it for a while. "I promised to be gentle."

Her blue-green eyes were like jewels as she pulled herself up and she puffed up her cheeks like a

sulking child.

"You promised that last night and now I feel like this," she complained softly as she allowed me to pull

her closer to me.

"I said it would hurt did I not?" I pulled her away from the sheets and was momentarily entranced by her

pale beauty before I wiped her down and used another cloth to wipe away the evidence of last night

from her thighs.

She flinched as I finished cleaning her and as I dipped my fingers into the healing salve; she suddenly

closed her legs.

"Let me do it. It is embarrassing for you to-to..." she looked away from me as her cheeks turned red.

How cute.