Chapter 229 - Driving Me Crazy
In the far distance of the castle lurked an impenetrable stone tower. It was ancient with only two windows and didn't belong in the modern era. But it was all that Dorothy needed and knew about. Her mentality was still stuck in the aristocratic era, where women wore long dresses and men carried swords.
Dorothy was writing a final letter for her desperate grandson. Elias thought she was a hindrance to him, not knowing she held the key to solve all of his problems. In her impeccably neat handwriting, she confessed the truth that could save his future.
"My job is done," Dorothy finally said to herself, touching the paper with a slight frown.
Her husband's dying wish was for her to take care of House Luxton. Her husband begged Dorothy to stay long enough in this world to ensure there would be an heir after Elias. House Luxton had been longstanding and around since the start of time. Their prestige was limitless and their power was immeasurable.
Now that Elias had not one, but two heirs, Dorothy knew everything must come to an end. After all these years, she was finally going to allow herself to rest by her husband's grave, waiting until the time is right.
"I don't need to linger in this castle with memories of the past," Dorothy reminded herself.
The reason Dorothy had stayed in this tower was for Elias and her husband's last dying wish. Now, she could finally live in a cottage far, far away from the castle's drama.
With the letter left on the table, Dorothy took a final look out the window. To her surprise, she saw Adeline and Elias. Her eyes narrowed upon Elias who had carried her to a picnic blanket.
"She will not live long," Dorothy realized, staring at the Queen.
Even after Elias placed Adeline down, her legs were limply tucked beside her. Dorothy saw Adeline reach for a woven basket on the far corner of the blanket and nearly fall over, for her legs weren't moving.
Dorothy concluded Adeline's legs had been paralyzed. She softly frowned at the thought of the weak human girl dragging her grandson down. What a shame he fell in love with a human.
"History repeats itself far too many times," Dorothy muttered under her breath, recalling the first Pure-Blood to mate with a human girl. It was the first Queen and King of Wraith, whose love story could never be forgotten, even with the centuries that passed.
"Sometimes, I think they're reincarnations of the greatest romance story in history," Dorothy wondered out loud.
Dorothy placed her hand on the window and smiled up at the sky, wondering if her husband was looking down at her with an approving expression.
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"Why are you reaching for it when I can grab it for you?" Elias chided her, placing the basket directly in front of her. His heart ached whenever she struggled.
Adeline looked at him with a sullen expression as she took out the fruits from the basket and began to arrange the charcuterie board.
"Don't pout, darling," Elias murmured, grabbing her chin with his long fingers. "Or else I'll kiss it off your lips."
Adeline instantly adjusted her expression. She was peering up at the castle window now, knowing exactly which one her children were in. Was it really alright to leave them with the nanny?
"Here," Elias said, pressing a sweet, juicy gr.a.p.e upon her lips.
Elias watched with heated eyes as she took the gr.a.p.e and his finger into her mouth, her tongue l.i.c.k.i.n.g upon the tip. He narrowed his eyes when she looked directly into his, smiling innocently.
"I'll f.u.c.k you on this blanket and let everyone watch for all I care, darling," Elias warned her, his fingers clenching into a tight fist. She responded by lightly laughing, the sight causing his c.h.e.s.t to swell.
Elias couldn't help but want to manhandle her whenever he saw her happy. It made his heart skip and he wanted to capture her all for himself.
"I warned you," Elias whispered against her bruised, pink lips slicked with his saliva.
Adeline looked up at him, her eyes dazed from being breathless. His fingers were rough in her hair, pulling her head back to reveal her neck where he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses onto it. She m.o.a.n.e.d, his teeth nipping on a s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot before his tongue scr.a.p.ed the area. His tongue had a rough texture in contrast to her soft skin and she felt heat pool below.
"Is this why you're wearing a dress?" Elias asked, his other hand sliding up her milky t.h.i.g.h, his finger a soft c.a.r.e.s.s on her warm skin.
"To give me easy access for p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e?" Elias pulled away to see d.e.s.i.r.e flash in her trembling eyes, his hand loosening on her hair. She whimpered when his callous thumb brushed upon her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. He felt the small wet spot, his jaw clenching.
"Getting wet from just a kiss? You're such a dirty little thing," Elias taunted, his lips curling into a devious smirk when she vehemently shook her head.
"I'm not—"
"You are," Elias insisted, burying his face into her neck and kissing the back of her ear. She shivered in response, holding onto his upper arm.
"Would you like to make love under the bright sun, darling? I'll gouge out the eyes of everyone that sees us," Elias hotly said, turning her body so that she straddled him.
Adeline's heart raced at his l.e.w.d remarks. Her dress gave her the perfect access to his large tent that pressed into her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. She trembled, remembering how large he was and how beastly he'd treat her.
"No, what if there's paparazzi outside—"
"This is the garden at the back of the castle, where no one would have admission to," Elias smoothly said, deciding he'd just take her on the picnic blanket. Or perhaps, he'd have her try to ride him. He liked that.
The sight of her head thrown back in ecstasy, as she p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed herself on top of him, the hesitant roll of her h.i.p.s, and the flush of her c.h.e.s.t. He wanted to see that delightful scene again, as she hugged him tight, and whispered his name into his ears as he repeatedly pounded her.
"But the employees—"
"Then inside?" Elias offered.
Adeline hesitated as she peered at him through her lashes. D.e.s.i.r.e swirled in his eyes that watched her like a predator with a prey in his mouth. Unable to hold back her l.u.s.t for him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nodded.
"Inside," Adeline confirmed.
Elias didn't need to be told twice. He immediately lifted his wife into his arms, intending to go at it from sunset to sunrise.
Elias rested one hand underneath her b.u.t.t and the other upon her upper back, carrying her with ease. He whisked her up the stairs, her face buried shyly into his neck.
"You're driving me crazy, darling," Elias said.
His voice was strained from holding himself back the entire walk to their bedroom. It was actually his, but he had it cleaned up and new furniture installed. Now that he thought about it, he had never taken her on the floor before.
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