CHAPTER 213: HEART TO HEART

Zen Stormhold was throwing a tantrum because she did not bite him? Was he a small chil? No wonder Crown Prince Lance and Prince Lance had been laughing at her naivety in believing that Zen was the most easy going one. She’d thought this because he had, after all, pushed her to Kael. So, she didn’t think he would suddenly turn protective.

Emira stared at him. "Are you really throwing a tantrum like a small child? What are you three months old?"

"You think that is what I am doing? I am a three hundred and sixty months old." he shot back. "You, Emira, my little fire! How do you address Kael?"

Emira frowned at the random question and change of topic... "I call him Your Highness..."

"And Lance?"

"Your Majesty..."

"And me?"

"Zen."

"Exactly!"

"Exactly what?" Emira asked, still confused.

Zen let out a frustrated sound, then lay down next to her and pulled her closer until her head rested on his shoulder. "Did the Heat melt your brain? You are the closest to me. Those two, even if they have been inside you, are not closer to you than me. So how could you mark him before you marked me?"

She lifted her head off his shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Well, I can bite you and mark you now. If that is what is bothering you."

Before she could turn fully, before her teeth even got close to his skin, he caught her hair and covered her mouth with his other hand. "Ha! I don’t want it here. How come you gave him a mark there... right over his waist... and with me you are randomly marking the shoulder? No. Absolutely not. You have to think of a special place."

He narrowed his eyes, as if offended on a personal level, still holding her in place. "I am not accepting some pity filled shoulder bite."

Emira glared at him, trying to talk against his palm, annoyed that he was holding her like she was about to attack him. "Then where?" she tried to say, though it came out muffled.

Zen leaned in, lowering his voice as if this was a serious, life-changing matter. "Somewhere that actually means something. Somewhere only I get."

She blinked at him, torn between laughing and pushing him off the bed. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re mine," he muttered, planting her head back on his shoulder as if that settled everything. "So choose wisely. I am not going to walk around with a boring mark."

Emira sighed, staring at his chest. "You’re really making this a whole thing."

"It is a whole thing," he insisted. "You marked only him. Now you fix this. I am just being jealous that I was not the first to be marked"

She groaned into his shoulder, and he smirked before rolling her over and saying," But don’t worry. I am a good guy."

Emira narrowed her eyes. The way he was smiling? Nope. Never a good thing." And just as she’d expected... he was upto no good. Because the next moment, he smiled as he leaned over her and said," Because I am a good guy. I will help you with suggestions over what places you can mark me.. First we will go with a few traditional ones... Like the arm.. " As he said this, his mouth grazed over her arm, kissing her softly...

He then moved back, smiled again and said," Or you can leave a mark here, just above my ni**le..." As he said this, he light bit her just above there, demonstrating where she could mark him.

Emira shivered at his touch and then, as moved to the other side and her hands, still bound over her stomach, tightened and she tried to push at his shoulder but he only smiled and said, "Or you can leave a mark just under the ni**le also..." Once again, he demonstrated the ’place’ by licking the underside of her breast. Emira groaned and rubbed her legs together, trying already to release the tension building within her.

But he stopped a wriggling by placing a hand on her thigh. "Don’t move."

Emira growled back at him as she said," Release me now, Zen."

He pouted," I don’t want to. I’ve only shown you two places."

His expression was far too proud for someone who claimed he was a "good guy." If anything, the smile on his face told her he was enjoying every second of teasing her and getting his revenge!

"Shh." He tapped her lower lip gently, then leaned close enough that she could feel his breath. "I’m helping."

"Helping?" she muttered. "This feels like torture."

He grinned. "Good torture."

Before she could argue, he shifted again, slow and deliberate, letting his hand trail up her thigh, before moving towards her b*tt.

Emira exhaled shakily, annoyed at his torture and that her body was somehow reacting to even this! He was crazy...and so was she for liking his craziness...

Slowly, he moved lower and lower and then stopped, just below her lower belly... and then smiled wickedly," This place would be good too.. Just above my co*k. It would be like you’ve claimed ownership..."

"But you can also choose..." His hand slid behind her knee, slow enough to make her tense, then lifted it slightly so her leg shifted against his hold as he kissed her just inside the thigh, since they were tied together.. "Right here."

"Absolutely not," she said instantly.

She was not marking him there... But he simply chuckled and then, slowly slid up again. In the next moment, he caught her bound hands and then pushed them upwards, as he kissed her just above the breast, near the underside of her arm," Or you could mark me here, Just near the heart. That way, you would always remember your place in my heart."

As he said this, Zen leaned down and slowly kissed her just there, and closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of her heart, syncing his own heartbeat to hers...

He looked up then and moved to kiss her," This is where I will leave you to leave your mark Emira. Near my heart."

She smiled up at him then and as he moved towards her for a kiss, she asked him," Can I, Zen? Can I really mark your heart?"

He rose above her then, urgently untying her hands as he lay on her," You already have, little fire? You already have..."