Chapter 166: Chapter 166

The door swung quietly shut behind Shelby, and she clutched the robe, very self-conscious. She stood on the same spot as if she had been plunged back into the past. The drapes in the room had been drawn so that the place seemed very dark, just like when she had first stepped into this room. It seemed like a long time had passed since then, but it wasn’t that long.

Without looking around, she knew that Ian was not in there. She could not explain it, but she just knew. She took slow steps into the room and then approached the bed. Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and then she was plunged back to earlier that day, on that same bed but in another mood.

’When her phone started ringing at that time, Ian had cussed, reaching out to throw the disturbing device then.’

Shelby reached her hand to tentatively touch her lips, remembering the imprint of his lips then. He wanted her, and there was no two ways about that. Ian’s words then pierced her thoughts yet again in the darkened room.

"You will be the death of me!" She had giggled then, her face all red from the flush that had crept up her neck and all over her face....

However, in thinking of all this, it was his pout that stayed with her even after that moment. He had looked so innocent, cute and vulnerable in a way that she had never seen before.

"Ian," She whispered in the empty room as Ava’s words also ran through her mind.

"Why do I always have no backbone when it comes to things in my life? This is not then.... I am not under James and Mum anymore!"

Ian’s smile, which usually reached up to his eyes just for her, flashed in her mind. Shelby closed her eyes and pictured his smiling face and the tiny crinkles around his eyes. His smile spoke volumes that he himself was unaware of. Often, one could see a hint of pain in his sparkling grey eyes, which would disappear as suddenly as it emerged.

Ian had opened himself in ways to her that Shelby knew that he had most probably not done it with anyone. It was farfetched, but she knew deep down that that might be the case. Those depths of pain were what made her open up to him as well. Shelby doubted that he himself was aware of these.

With his giant-like stature, it was surprising that those emotions could manifest in him to anyone. His very being screamed reliable, sturdy and all those qualifying adjectives, but he allowed himself those emotions....

What Shelby was not sure of was if it was for her sake.

"...But does it matter?" She asked herself.

"He is just a man hung up over another woman in a different place and time. What should matter is what I feel. He is my one-in-a-million. He is the most special and unique in my eyes, and that should matter, right?"

Shelby would have been very surprised to know that she was not alone in this line of thought. After she had left the room, Ian clenched his fists so hard that it nearly drew blood from his fingernails.

"Why couldn’t I say anything?"

"Maybe I was caught by surprise?" He said, answering his own questions but he knew that it was more than that. When it came to Aliya, he had a certain helplessness that he could not overcome.

He said quietly and almost tiredly. It took about a couple of minutes before Currey appeared.

"I’m sorry, Your Highness, this is something that you have to solve on your own. I cannot -"

Ian looked straight at Currey, wanting to say more. He knew that he was missing something. With the blood covenant in place, at least from what he had read, no other woman should be able to occupy his thoughts but-

He waved his hands, dismissing Currey. Currey had things to report, but he knew that the time was not right.

Currey had never seen his boss that way. He dared deduce that this might be more than when he had locked himself up.

’Was it because of the exchange he made for the oath?’ Currey wondered.

That was when Shelby heard the light sound of the shower. It had been consistent for a while, but she had been too engrossed in her thoughts to make the association. With profound determination, she walked up to the bathroom and opened the door, stepped in and closed it behind her.

The bathroom was a unique one and it was later that she noticed that behind all the panels in the room was a wall of mirrors. The wall panels had been slid up at this time, and all she could see was her reflection everywhere she looked. It was eerie but fascinating as well.

She stood there stiffly, waiting. She had no idea how long it took before Ian noticed her presence. He stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He stopped short in surprise, looking at her at the door.

He took in her clothes and gulped. He even wondered why she had put on the robe, as it was nothing and did nothing to cover what was underneath. He felt his member stir up yet again. He had been under the cold shower for only the heavens knew how long. Yet, everything had been undone the moment he set eyes on her.

They both whispered at the same time.

They said in unison yet again.

Ian walked towards her, water dripping from him to the floor with each step he took.

"I’m really sorry, My Elfin." He placed his finger over her small lip so that he could talk.

"I have not made you feel safe enough, and that was why that question came up. I will never make you feel th-"

Shelby went on tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his collarbone as that was where she reached. She reached out her hand and lightly traced his neck. Shelby smiled slightly, knowing that her aim had been achieved, especially when Ian’s grey eyes grew darker. She did not stop and continued her light touches.

"You should stop that, my Elfin,"

"Why?" she asked, lightly rubbing his neck. The touches were so light that they barely touched him, but they did the job well enough.

Ian let out a string of unintelligible words and grabbed both of Shelby’s arms to stop what she was doing. However, he had a counter-effect instead. By holding up her arms, her robe fell open, and he saw fully what she had underneath it, which was basically nothing!

The cupless bras were what startled him the most. The bra was just like a placeholder for her small boobs. The breast and nipple fell freely through where a cup would have been to cover them. Her nipples were already stiff. His eyes took in this going down her flat belly and then to the dainty panty that had a small bow in front of it, but Ian sucked in a deep breath.

"What are you wearing?" He gritted out as he fought for self-control that was slipping by the second.

Ian transferred both her arms into one of his and then leaned down, nudging her thighs apart. He slipped one hand down and slipped it over the panty, touching the wet pink flesh just after the dainty bow. He sucked in a sharp breath as did she from the foreign touch.

"What are you doing to me?"

It was as if Shelby had packaged herself as a big fat present on it for his consumption.

"Ava bought that for me as a wedding gift."

He remained bent, leaning his head against hers.

"Remind me to reward her later...." He whispered, and Shelby nodded slightly. Taking advantage of the fact that Ian had lowered his head, she placed her lips square and firmly on his, catching him by surprise. All the self-control he had been trying to amass went out of the window right there and then.

The delicate kiss from her did not take long to turn into a hungry one. Shelby had offered herself on a silver platter for him, but Ian could not say NO. He smacked his lips, let her arms fall by her sides, and gathered her closer, half bending and half lifting her so that he could kiss her comfortably.

He paused and looked at her through hooded eyes. Shelby shivered slightly as his body was still cold from the shower he had taken.

"You’re playing with fire, little girl!"

To answer, Shelby dug her hands through his wet hair and brought his lips through hers yet again. Ian chuckled and obliged, but he only pecked her and then did something that she did not expect.

He hoisted her easily and placed her facing him directly. Her perky breasts were above his head, and her legs were on his arms, her legs wide open almost at eye-level to him; the crotchless panty also made it easy so that she did not have to remove any clothes. Her pink moist pussy was wide open for his consumption. She screamed out at the sudden change in position and held his head for stability.

"What are you doing, Ian?" He smiled as he vaguely recalled a dream from some time ago involving a similar scene. It’s almost like a sense of deja vu!

Ian stated with a smile as he buried his tongue deep within her open, wet entrance.

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