Love Agreement With The King

Chapter 179 - Poison

Roselyn's frowned her forehead as she knitted her eyebrows and looked down at John before traveling her gaze to Ethan and then back to her husband. 

"Who will understand and what?" Roselyn asked curving her eyebrows quizzically.

"We were talking about his mother." John intervened adding one more lie to the list.

"The old maid who worked here, she could oppose to our word and spread petty gossip in the village." John continued trying not to meet her gaze. He was not used to lying to her, especially now that they were so close.

"Oh.." Roselyn traveled her gaze unconsciously toward William as she tried to think of a solution.

"Maybe she won't do it not to ruin her imagination and good reputation with William." 

John smiled at Roselyn and walked closer to her to wrap his arm around her shoulders, "does my wife feel better?" he asked.

"I do," Roselyn whispered back and smiled when he leaned closer to her and placed a soft caring kiss over her lips.

"The bricklayers are here," William exclaimed when he peeked through the missing curtain of the window a squad of men.

He rushed to open the door and welcomed them inside.

William showed his perfect skills to drive a squad and organize works as in a few minutes he already informed the bricklayers about how much they will get paid daily for their precious efforts and addressing them to the most urgent works that they had to do before the villagers would come for the meeting.

They began to work efficiently for about one hour and then reached a new squad of bricklayers which Roselyn soon recognized as they were the supernatural squad who helped them to rebuild Kratez's residence.

It took the cooperation of both the two squads to rebuild and successfully finish the works that King William required them to do.

Later at night when they finally finished all the work William paid them with such an amount that would set them for an entire year.

But it was worth their efforts since they had been working no stop for hours and to motivate them to work as hard in the following days so that in about two weeks the whole castle would be almost entirely rebuilt.

The next days their entire squad worked even harder just to earn more tips from the King and when the special day of the meeting arrived the works were almost at one-third of the ending.

Roselyn didn't sleep the night before the morning of the meeting with all the villagers because she knew that if she did she would end up having terrible nightmares or risking to involuntary link with Sharon.

As she couldn't sleep she decided to move into the kitchen to make herself a tea and process mentally what could happen the following morning. She knew she probably had all the ladies of the village against them, not like she never had them by her side since their hatred was born as soon as John laid his eyes on her for the first time.

She knew that it was already a miracle if she could get those women to hate her a little bit less than they did and it was impossible to even take into consideration they would believe her justification when she will admit their love is real and had bloomed in few months like daisies in spring.

Yet she didn't care much about what they might think, she was mainly concerned about Abigail, she didn't want to lose her too. 

After taking the time to drink her tea and slowly tasting every sip of it right when she was about to place the cup in the sink she felt two big muscled arms wrapping around her hips. She jolted and turned her head to see a smiling John who went to kiss her neck sending shivers all over her back.

"I didn't want to wake you up," Roselyn murmured when she placed the cup inside the sink and turned around to place her hands over John's neck.

"I have overdeveloped hearing, it's easy to wake me up," John said when his hands ran down Roselyn's hips to grab them and push her against the sink.

"Can't sleep?" He then asked and Roselyn nodded no.

"It's a shame…" he said kissing her another time.

"I don't think I will fall asleep after this…" Roselyn murmured when her breath quickened synchronizing with the beat of her heart.

[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]

"I don't have plans on sleeping at all." He replied before lifting her the sink. She whimpered at the touch with the cold surface and moaned out when he opened her legs and pushed her against the wall to allow him a more comfortable position.

John removed his trousers and with a practical frenetic movement, he slipped his pants only to fully dedicate his attentio to undressing her with relish.

Roselyn after quickly undressing clung over his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his back. The door was spread open and Roselyn felt the voice in her head asking for John to rush to close it but his kisses were like a drug for her inebriated senses and in a fraction of a second, she stopped to worry about whom would walk in and pushed him closer as he kissed her collarbones.

Roselyn's fingers played and entwined with his hair as her head slightly bent to moan out and whimper when she felt him playing with her nipples with his tongue. She unconditionally pulled his hair down to moan out and a giggle escaped from his lips.

"If you moan like this you won't let anyone sleep either," John said but instead of a scold, it sounded more like a mischievous proud statement.

He loved to touch Roselyn's heated skin and see how goosebumps formed over her chest and legs when he ran his hands all over her body. He admired how her breath quickened and Roselyn had to whimper in search of air, the colors of the veins were visible through Roselyn's pale chest when she arched her back.

He even loved to see how defined her collarbones became when she was in a sat snuggled position and he even more loved the stretch marks she had in the external things which weren't easily perceptible thanks to her milky skin.

Her body was like poison to him but instead of poisoning him, her body drove him more and more dependent.. He could imagine Roselyn's body with eyes closed and still be able to paint her body perfectly shaped in all its details, perfections, and flaws.