My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 92

I stared at Sariel, processing his words and watching his pupils burn, proving he meant what he said.

"You cannot simply murder her…" I muttered quite nervously.

"Elora has many skeletons in her closet. I just need to find them and accuse her of doing something requiring the death penalty." He shrugged as if it was something obvious and would happen sooner or later.

I stated, with a wry smile, "I don't think she would expose herself if she worked for many years to become the queen."

"That is why I will have to make her reveal all of her secrets," he smirked.

I didn't like the sound of it already, but I asked, "How are you going to do that?"

"I will have to… play nice around her for a while," he chuckled, as if it didn't mean that he would have to seduce her.

I sighed heavily, "What if I don't want you to?"

"Are you already jealous, my love?" He pulled me closer and started kissing his way down my neck.

"Stop…" I mumbled while feeling the arousal rising within me despite my protest, "I am covered in blood and sweat…"

He snorted, "You are right. Let's wash this off of you first."

He gently kissed my lips, then lifted me in his arms and carried me under the shower as I stood. I barely managed to take my shoes off before he put me down in a cabin. He undressed and walked to that cabin naked quicker than I could take off my top. He smirked. It took him less than three seconds to help me get rid of the rest of my clothing by ripping it off my body. Then he turned on the water and began delicately rinsing the blood off my hair. His fingers tangled in my hair, gently rubbing my skin. The water turned red quickly as I realized my body had been literally painted with blood.

"I will wash you," he declared, already squeezing out a bit of shampoo on his hand.

Something that at first felt awkward and embarrassing quickly began to bring me a slightly different form of excitement. I had never thought that washing my hair could become so sensual and elating. Sariel massaged my head in the way my senses went wild. Then he moved to the rest of my body, slowly caressing it bit by bit while soaping. He kept his eyes locked on mine as his hands traveled up and down, stroking my body. His amazing touch, his scent, his eyes hungry for me, the drops of hot water roaming my skin, it all made me shiver. As the soap flowed down the shower drain, he pressed his body against mine and gave me a long, passionate kiss.