CHAPTER 470: I MISS YOU *

"Ian, wait..."

He made no indication of listening to Shelby amidst her cute moans, but even as the words left her mouth, Shelby felt an aggressive form of desire push into her mind. She had laid with him many times over the time that they had met, so why did it feel like she wanted to rip him open? ... and right in the midst of every eye that may be looking?

At that moment, every burden she’d carried, every creeping worry that had gnawed at her for days, was brushed aside. He was there, and that was all that mattered. The hospital pyjamas he wore hung loosely from his once gigantic frame, a reminder of whatever had happened to him in their few days apart.

Shelby’s eyes drank him in, trailing over the collarbone barely concealed by thin fabric, the curve of his throat, where sweat still lingered, and the tension in his jaw that he seemed unaware of. Ian looked nothing like his old self... but still Ian though.

Even his strongest trait – the beard was gone. He still did not look clean-shaven, though, as the shadow of hairs had started creeping up as if he had not shaved for a few days. He looked even more handsome without the beard, and Shelby loved him either way.

A thousand questions pressed at the edge of her mind. How had he come there? What had happened to him? Was he truly all right? But they all paled beneath the weight of one undeniable truth surging through her like a tidal wave.

Shelby wanted him.

Not with gentle affection or thoughtful concern but with a desperate gut ache that clawed up from the depths of her soul. Yet, Shelby’s need was threaded with worry, tethered to something deeper than lust. It was intertwined in their bond, love, fear, and longing, all tangled into one unbearable knot.

Shelby simultaneously ached to feel his skin against hers, to know he was real, unlike that faux person back in the dungeon. Her hand trembled as she reached for him, fingertips brushing over the hollow of his chest.

What did it matter how he had gotten there, clothed in plain old hospital clothes? Her need ... raw and fierce ... was louder than reason. Maybe no one else would understand. Perhaps even she didn’t fully grasp it. But the fire in her belly and the sharp sting of nearly never seeing him again burned away all restraint.

Shelby’s lips parted with words unsaid. Her eyes searched his, hungry, vulnerable, begging him not to disappear again. And when he didn’t pull away, when he tilted his head just enough for her to breathe in his presence, she knew:

In that moment, there was no witches, no intent to kill, no time but the moment between them, no consequence... even if there was, none of the two would have cared.

There was only him. And her.

And the desperate pull of two halves, aching to be whole again.

Ian didn’t move when Shelby leaned in. Didn’t flinch, didn’t speak. His grey orbs locked with her blue ones, and in that silence, something ancient passed between them yet again, like a soul recognizing its mirror after being starved of light for too long.

Her hand, now splayed flat against his chest, felt the faint but steady thud of his heart. It was real. He was real. And that fragile beat beneath her palm was all the permission she needed.

She rose onto her tiptoes, closing the distance inch by trembling inch, but that was still not enough, so. Ian met her halfway by leaning down, brushing his lips against hers. Their breaths mingled, slow and ragged. He smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion and something unmistakably him. She drank it in like air after drowning.

Then, ever so gently, her lips found his. It wasn’t rushed or wild. It wasn’t desperate but like a whisper between two souls who had longed for each other for far too long. Her mouth moved against his slowly, softly, barely more than a brush, but it lit a fire through her spine.

Ian’s heart thumped, and he responded after a breath’s hesitation, tilting his head and pressing into her with the kind of careful hunger that made her eyes sting again as if he were afraid that she might vanish.

Shelby sighed into the kiss, still on her tiptoe, her fingers curled into the fabric of his hospital gown. There was nothing elegant about it; her clutch was a little too tight, but Ian didn’t care; he rather snaked his arm at her waist and lifted her off the ground and against the wall for support.

He pulled her closer, and she welcomed him. She folded herself into him, angling her chin more into the kiss. Gosh, she missed him!

Suddenly, a throat cleared loudly.

They both froze, lips still intertwined. Shelby tried to pull back, but Ian didn’t let her. He pried her lips open and swooped his tongue in.

Shelby pitifully thumped her hand on his chest, but Ian grabbed that and deepened the kiss.

Shelby wanted him, but not in front of people. The interruption had jogged her mind to the fact that they were just outside the throne room. In fact, it was barely a few feet from the archway that led to it.

Standing at the door was an elder Fae dressed in elaborate robes, his silver brows knitted so tightly it was a miracle his forehead hadn’t split in two. The proceedings of this day had taken most of them by surprise. His hands were clasped behind his back in the sternest display of disapproval known across realms.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat again, this time louder, as if it would somehow pry them apart, But Ian rather slipped his arm under Shelby’s robe making her shriek in surprise, only for him to seize an even deeper kiss!

"I hate to interrupt ...," the elder said, voice dripping with sarcasm and a pinch of scandalized horror. Though this Fae seemed conservative, most of the younger Faes embraced such public displays of affection with no shyness. It had become part of them. However, Ian’s identity was somehow sensitive, and this elder felt it was inappropriate,

"Ermmm... your Highness, please reconside-"

Still, the two lovers didn’t move, nor did they give any indication that they had even heard him. Their passionate kiss in public still continued, clinging and sucking as if they wanted to merge as one.

The elder’s eye twitched. "Yo-"

But he never gets to finish his next statement as Currey and Murray appear and block his path to the kissing couple. The brothers looked formidable, and this elder had seen the two display their capabilities, but that wasn’t about to deter him, for his task was important and had to be completed.

"Pleas-"

He tried to circumvent the brothers, but the two didn’t let him. Getting frustrated and annoyed at the interruption, he tried to use his abilities on them, but with the combined experience of Currey and Murray, the old Fae stood no chance!

He lifted his head to shout, but then, with a quiet, glowing hum and a sparkle of threads curling through the air, he saw Ian lift one hand with a lazy flick of his fingers. A bright light bloomed in the space around them—soft, slow, and warm.

"No! no... no .... Don’t you dare....!"

Pop.

They vanished by the time the light dimmed back to normal.

The corridor was left silent, save for the elder Fae sputtering words in many dialects and muttering something about "youths and hormones" and "dignity in the old days."

He stormed out. Onlookers were not sure whether it was anger, frustration or even embarrassment, robes flaring behind him. Murray and Currey let down their guard as the Fae turned away.

The two appeared in the room that Shelby had been allocated earlier, sparking a surprise in her.

Ian cradled Shelby and simultaneously yanked her attire off. One moment, she was fully clothed, and in the next moment, she was naked.

He seemed to know the room like the back of his hand because Shelby felt the soft bed welcome her while Ian ravished her.

He licked and teased them like they were new lovers while she whimpered with reckless abandonment.

Shelby wiggled underneath Ian’s larger body as he slipped down and flicked his fingers over her already-hardened nipples,

"Gosh! I really miss you!"

Ian moaned into her mouth, and Shelby gasped,

"I-aannnn--- Pl-e"

"Your breasts are fuller than normal, but I love them anyway,"

He whispered against the perky nipples before sinking down and grabbing them with his lips. He flicked them and let the nipple go with a pop! And then went right back for them.

"Ngggggg!!!"

Shelby rubbed her legs together as a release started to build up already.

Ian had a way with her breasts that made her orgasm just from him ’playing’ with them.... Not that she was complaining.

Ian continued diligently, alternating between each breast so fast that it felt to Shelby as if he was sucking on both of them at once.

"I-aaannnn!!!!"

"Come for me, baby,"

Ian whispered and then swooped his fingers down her belly button, spreading her legs and into her wet pussy. He pushed his fingers deep into her welcoming entrance, making Shelby gasp with pleasure from the sheer roughness of it, but just then, Shelby stiffened,

"No! The baby!"

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