My Lady Chef novel Chapter 13

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.

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.