101: 101 My Dear Delia

101 My Dear Delia

Delia's POV 1

"Knock, knock!"

I heard two knocks on the carriage door. Before I could even respond or grant permission for the person to come in, the door swung open.

Prince Kral stood before me, holding a plate in his hands. The aromas wafting from the freshly prepared dishes were enticing and delightful. Although I hadn't felt hungry initially, the scent of the food caused my stomach to betray me with a quiet rumble.

Feeling a tad embarrassed, I quickly took my hand to my stomach, attempting to muffle the sound. But it was too late. Prince Kral had already caught wind of my stomach's protest. I saw a subtle curve at the corner of his lips, and a playful glint in his eyes. This only deepened my embarrassment, and I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Delia, I suppose you must be hungry," Prince Kral stepped into the carriage, placing the food before me. He then closed the carriage door behind him, sealing us in. "It's dinner time now, and I've come to share this meal with you."

The carriage, already modestly sized, felt even more confined with Prince Kral's presence. Despite the few plates of food between us, his proximity was such that he could easily reach out and touch me with a slight lean.

Though he didn't make any physical contact, I could sense a certain weightiness in his breathing. I had an intense premonition that his sudden entrance into the carriage was about more than just sharing a meal.

After our engagement, we shared a romantic night together, the memories of which flooded my mind without warning. The memory of his powerful, gracefully sculpted physique was captivating, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the thought.

However, this was not our bedroom. We were enroute to confront the rogues of the Red Moon pack. At a time like this, I shouldn't be indulging in such thoughts.

With this in mind, I instinctively moved backward, trying to create a distance between Prince Kral and myself. "Your Highness, thank you. The carriage is quite cramped. It would be better for you to leave. I can manage the meal on my own."

"I don't find it cramped," he replied softly.

Prince Kral spoke as he placed the food-laden plates aside. Then, with purposeful stride, he settled down beside me, taking a seat directly by my side.

In the next heartbeat, his arm enveloped my shoulders, drawing me snugly into his embrace. Catching his familiar masculine scent, my cheeks, which hadn't yet subsided from their initial flush, deepened in color. I tried to extricate myself from his hold, but with my limited strength, I was unable to break free. Several attempts proved futile.

"Your Highness, please, I implore you to release me," I beseeched, pushing against Prince Kral's arm, attempting to dissuade him verbally. "I am hungry, and I long to eat."

" I am hungry as well. Let us share this meal together."

Just as I wished, Prince Kral loosened his grip on me slightly. He extended his hand, picking up the fork that lay adjacent to the plate. Cutting a piece of meat, he took it towards my lips.

Through his silent lips, he uttered, "Eat." I stole a glance at his handsome visage, obediently parting my lips and savoring a bite of the morsel.

However, before I could fully register that taste, Prince Kral's hand moved, the fork heading towards his own lips. He devoured the remaining piece of meat.

His gesture left me utterly astounded. He had, indeed, shared food on the very same plate with me. Could he truly have been that hungry?

"Delia, you appear quite taken aback," Prince Kral pondered softly, methodically chewing the meat in his mouth. He lowered his head to study me intently, inquiring, "What thoughts occupy your mind?"

"Nothing of great significance, merely the unexpected intensity of your hunger," I revealed a sudden notion. Hastily swallowing the meat in my mouth, I then applied pressure against Prince Kral's chest once more. "Allow me to serve you."

Upon hearing my words, Prince Kral complied with my unspoken wish, relinquishing his hold on me.

I picked up another fork from the plate and skewered another piece of meat, then took it to Prince Kral's lips.

Expecting him to immediately consume the meat, I was taken aback when his gaze didn't even land on the food. Following his line of sight, I realized he was fixated on my lips, his stare intense and smoldering.

"Your Highness?" His gaze made me uneasy. I nudged the meat towards his mouth, gesturing for him to eat with a motion. "The food is here."

"Delia, how can you not understand what I truly desire?" Prince Kral sighed, the piece of meat returning to the plate.

Before I could react, he lowered his head and pressed his lips fiercely against mine. His features loomed large before my eyes. I could feel his supple tongue exploring my oral cavity, guiding and leading mine. His kiss was so profound that it made my body tremble involuntarily.

The duration of this kiss was a blur. I felt like the air in my lungs was being drawn away. In my hazy consciousness, I instinctively released my grip, and the fork and meat slipped from my hand, falling to the floor.

"Delia, hold onto me." Prince Kral released my lips, his hold on me intensifying. He murmured softly in my ear, "Hold me as tightly as you did last time."

"Ah…"

Prince Kral's words seemed to possess a magical influence, causing me to follow his command subconsciously. Now, we were wrapped around each other as if conjoined twins. I could feel his kisses roaming over my cheeks, leaving traces of sparks wherever they touched.

After covering my cheeks with kisses, Prince Kral redirected his attention elsewhere. He began to press kisses along my neck, alternating between soft pecks and tender nips. This sensation was entirely different from the cheek kisses, evoking an exquisite pleasure that even caused my toes to curl involuntarily.

Even though I was well aware that the timing and location were entirely inappropriate, if Prince Kral insisted on having sex with me right there, I wouldn't be able to reject him.

However, as Prince Kral began kissing my collarbone, the passionate fervor that had been raging inside me gradually started to wane. I was reminded of the stolen pearl necklace, an heirloom left to me by my mother, a cherished piece of jewelry that I always wore. But now, my neck was bare and empty, devoid of anything!

Engaging in such intimacy with Prince Kral became far less urgent compared to recovering the pearl necklace, unraveling the motives behind the figure in gray, and those who stood behind him.

Prince Kral remained oblivious to the shift in my emotions. As he continued kissing my collarbone, his hands were working to undo my clothing. If I didn't halt him soon, things would spin out of control.

With this realization, my gaze turned icy. I released my hold on Prince Kral and placed my hands on his shoulders. Summoning all my strength, I pushed him away forcefully.

After pushing him back, I held my chest with both hands and retreated until my back was firmly against the carriage wall. There, I stopped moving.

My eyes remained locked on Prince Kral, never wavering. I could discern the astonishment in his gaze. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated my reaction.

"Delia, why?" After a momentary daze, Prince Kral asked, his voice raspy and low. "We're already engaged, and we had sex before. Why are you rejecting me?"

"I... I..." I pursed my lips, taking a while to ponder before speaking up again. "Kral, I'm not accustomed to engaging in such activities outside the bedroom, and moreover, we're only engaged, aren't we, not yet married?"

Upon hearing my words, Prince Kral froze completely. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. We just stared at each other, and the atmosphere within the carriage grew noticeably colder.

"My dear Delia…" After what felt like a long while, I heard Prince Kral sigh softly. He adjusted his clothes and moved closer to me once again. Reaching out, he cupped my neck in his hand, looking at me with earnestness. "You're right, this isn't the appropriate place or time for anything too intimate. I was too hasty, and I apologize."

Prince Kral took the initiative to apologize to me. Judging by his demeanor, it seemed that he wouldn't push me to do something I wasn't comfortable with at the moment. The thought of that made me exhale a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, feeling a sense of relief.

"Delia, I assure you, once we've dealt with the matter of the Red Moon pack's rogue and there are no lingering concerns, I'll arrange the most splendid wedding ceremony for you," Prince Kral lifted his hand, gently running his fingers through my hair as he spoke with tenderness.

"I want you to become my bride in the most magnificent fashion, in front of everyone, becoming the queen of the country."

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