My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 76

I woke up with my face on Sariel's chest. Although his chest was a little too firm for me to use as a pillow, his cool skin had been extremely soothing for my tingling in excitement flesh. I only hoped that I didn't drool overnight…

I felt strangely comfortable, as if our relationship was completely natural. I felt happy… absolutely exhausted but happy. I smiled, looking at Sariel's face. His eyes were closed, and he looked like a sleeping angel, an amazing sculpture carved in alabaster and decorated with silver.

"Are you done staring?" he muttered, suddenly opening his eyes.

I gasped, surprised, then snorted. "No. I could stare at you all day, every day. I love looking at you…" I paused.

The word "love" slipped out of my lips so easily, like I had said it a million times. It was strange that it didn't bother me that much. I thought I could learn to use it.

Sariel smirked and tightened his embrace around me. "Just remember, you may keep your eyes only on me," he chuckled.

"Who else should I look at? I belong to you…" I said, embarrassingly hiding my face in his chest.

He stroked my hair while laughing, then sighed. "I have to go now, Lilith, but you should stay in bed longer."

He gently lifted my head from his chest and got up from bed. I felt too weak to move by myself. I struggled to sit on the bed while every part of my body was shaking as if my muscles were made of jelly. He watched me fight my infirmity while getting dressed.

"Don't get up too fast. I know I exhausted you quite a bit," he grinned wickedly.

I frowned at the roguery in his expression, which made him grin even wider. It was unfair that he teased me solely because his stamina as a vampire was something incomparable to any human body performance. But thinking about everything he had done to me last night painted a flush on my face as I recalled how out of this world it had been…

"I… I should finally get to work as well," I muttered.

"Tomorrow. I will tell Gabriel that you need to rest one more day." He winked at me and walked out of the room.

I didn't argue with him. I was well aware that I was unable to stand, not to mention walk around the office wearing heels. Lazing around for one more day was something I couldn't refuse.

Fifteen minutes after Sariel left, Martha knocked on the door. She came with my breakfast. She hurriedly put it on the table and locked her eyes on me, anticipating hearing about the gathering.

"Well?" She sent me a meaningful stare.

I was still sitting on the bed, preparing my legs to stand and walk a few steps towards the table.

"Give me a glass of water and I'll tell you," I smirked.

She abruptly poured me a glass and handed it to me. I took a few sips and then told her everything about the Princess, Duke Orseolo, and Aryan Desai. She listened to my words with her mouth wide open, gasping every couple of seconds.

"Princess Elora is a real bitch!" she hissed as soon as I finished the story.

"You shouldn't say that. Walls have ears, you know?" I chuckled.

"I don't care! She is a bitch!" Martha stated furiously.

"Well… She is the king's daughter, so she must have grown up thinking she could have anything and anyone she wanted." I shrugged.

"Are you trying to justify her actions?" Martha frowned.

"No. I just think that if she has been convinced of her superiority all her life, it is hard to expect her to have an ounce of respect for those who she calls inferior. Her beliefs are deep within her blood; it is quite impossible to change them, and to her, I am a bug that needs to be squashed," I smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I would love to punch her," Martha hissed.

I snorted, "You are not the only one."

I took another sip from the glass. Martha looked at me, sealing her lips as if she hesitated whether to tell me something or not.

"What's wrong?" I asked worryingly.

"I heard that the Duke went for an audience at King Mael today…" she said nervously.

"And?"