Chapter 9 Sweet Temptation

"I've already taken a bath this morning." Azalia told Melech in response to his offer. Or was it an order? It seemed to be the case, because Melech wouldn't accept no for an answer. "I don't care. You can take another one with me." He insisted, his hand still wrapped around Azalia's wrist.

It allowed her to feel his emotions and, for what had to be the first time, Azalia didn't feel Melech's usual anger, wrath and chaos. Instead of these negative emotions, she could feel contentment, want and interest coming from him. Azalia didn't know what she preferred, because the way Melech was looking at her right now, crimson eyes boring into her soul, seemed to be even more dangerous.

"I only take milk bath." She said, hoping it would make him drop the matter.

"Do you really?" But it only amused him, one of his eyebrows going up at the thought of doing something as ridiculous as taking milk baths. "Yes. It's good for my skin." Azalia replied and Melech surprisingly let out a snort in response. "You spoiled little princess." He mocked the Lavan princess. "I'm sure a servant can draw us a milk bath."

And so it was decided: they would take a bath together.

Azalia didn't know what to think about it. They had already seen each other naked: once when Melech had forced her to strip before him the day of their first encounter, and today when Melech had jerked himself off right in front of her eyes. The thought of taking a bath together shouldn't be shocking after this but, somehow, Azalia found it way more intimate than what they had just done. It was something couples did, and it made her heart race faster inside her chest.

"What are you waiting for stripping?" Melech asked her as they stood in his private bathroom. It was huge, with one enormous bathtub made of gold throning in the middle of the room. It had already been filled with milk by an intendant, meaning they just had to undress to get into it.

There was something dark and lustful in Melech's gaze as he looked at Azalia. The Adom King had already discarded his own clothes, his body perfectly naked as he stood before the tub with confidence while waiting for Azalia to do the same.

Azalia averted her sapphire eyes from Melech's naked form, the princess trying to not let a soft blush appear on her pale cheeks. She maybe felt nothing for Melech yet, if only the remnants of the emotions she felt for her future husband in her visions, but she wasn't blind: Melech had the body of a god. He was tall and incredibly muscled, his biceps, abs and pecs flexing with each movement he made.

It was actually so distracting that Azalia didn't notice Melech walking toward her until he towered over her, his warm breath fanning over her delicate neck.

"I already saw you naked once, you know. You don't have any reason to be shy anymore." He whispered, his deep husky voice causing shudders to run down Azalia's spine. They locked eyes and stared at one another, Azalia frowning at his words. "I'm not shy."

"Are you not? Then you won't mind me undressing you." He smirked before suddenly ripping her dress apart with his hands, not caring one bit about how expensive it was.

It made Azalia gasp in shock, her body now exposed and her dress completely ruined. "You barbarian." She tried to cover her breasts but Melech didn't let her, the king catching her wrists in his large hands to keep them away from herself.

"Don't hide your body. It's beautiful." He told her, his words causing a small blush to spread over's Azalia cheeks. She was trying to hide her reaction but her heart rapidly thumped inside her chest as she held Melech's captivating gaze, her mind momentarily turning empty.

That is until Melech leaned in to let his teeth graze against her earlobe. "And it belongs to me." He added, his words enough to suddenly snap Azalia out of whatever trance Melech had put her in.

"It doesn't." She firmly stated as she freed her wrists from Melech's grip. She walked away from him, the Lavan princess refusing to believe she had almost let herself be seduced.

Her reaction only made Melech chuckle. He turned around then got into the already filled bath, the Adom King resting his arms against the edge of the tub. "Get inside." He ordered her.

Azalia hesitated, if only because she didn't want to obey Melech. She nonetheless headed toward the large tub, the princess intending to sit the farthest away from Melech. But she didn't have any choice as strong arms suddenly pulled her against a firm chest, causing a surprised yelp to slip past her pink lips.

She found herself between Melech's legs, her back against his chest. She could feel Melech's soft cock pressed against her ass and so couldn't help but squirm a little, the position rendering her quite uncomfortable.

"Stop moving if you don't want to have to get me off a second time." Melech grabbed her hips to keep her still. She instantly ceased all movement at the words, her whole body stiffening in Melech's grasp. She suddenly felt small, the way she faced away from Melech making her feel even more vulnerable.

Melech sighed as he wrapped one arm around Azalia's waist, thus forcing her to lean against him. "Try to relax, little princess." He told her.

It was easier said than done, but Azalia took a deep breath to calm her heart. She couldn't let her fear take over her. "I have a name." She stated, her tone cold and defying. She refused to surrender to Melech's dominance.

Melech cracked an amused smile at this. "Do you?" He taunted, obviously wanting to rile Azalia up.

"Yes. It's Azalia." The way Melech called her little princess didn't please her. It was a cute pet name, but Azalia couldn't help but hate how Melech said it to mock her. It lacked the respect she deserved and so never failed to irritate her.

Melech smirked from behind her. He leaned in, his breath brushing against Azalia's skin as his teeth grazed her earlobe. "I already know..." he began, his voice low and sultry, "... Azalia." He almost purred and the way her name rolled off Melech's tongue made her shudder, her skin unexpectedly tingling with goosebumps.

But her breathing suddenly hitched as she felt calloused hands move down her body, her whole being tensing up from Melech's touch.

"Do not tense up. I only want to touch you a little." Melech murmured with his mouth still right next to Azalia's ear. He let his hands slowly caress Azalia's sides, the Adom King appreciating how slender her waist felt between his palms.

"I didn't give you my consent." Was Azalia's tensed response.

"I'll stop if you tell me to." Melech replied. That surprised Azalia, the princess hesitating before finally relaxing a little. "You can't touch me anywhere that is intimate." She told Melech. "You didn't earn that right."

Her body was sacred, and so touching her was an honour only a very small number of people had earned the right to do. Melech wasn't one of them yet.

Still, the Adom King didn't seem too upset about it. "I don't need to touch your sex to get you wet." He said in a voice full of confidence. He sounded so sure of himself it sent shivers down Azalia's spine, her body instinctively humming with anticipation.

"Your skin is so smooth." Melech murmured while letting his hands slowly trail lower down her body. They moved past her hips and reached her thighs, the sensation of the king caressing her skin causing the princess to hold her breath.

Melech wasn't touching any intimate parts of her body but Azalia still felt her skin tingle. She hated to admit it but Melech's touches were leaving her sensitive. It almost felt good and was scaring her even more.

A shaky sigh escaped her lips when Melech unexpectedly squeezed the flesh of her thighs, her cheeks turning pink at the the sound that had just left her mouth.

Melech smirked. "You're sensitive, I like it." He licked behind Azalia's ear and felt her slightly tremble in his embrace in response. Although it was quite faint, he could smell the scent of her perfume. It was light but sweet, the smell making Melech let out a low possessive growl.

"I like your scent." He said as he pressed his nose against Azalia's nape. "It makes me want to scatter love bites all over your skin."

"Don't." Azalia weakly protested. Her whole body was flushed and overly sensitive, all strength slowly leaving her. Melech's large hands were now massaging her inner thighs and it was taking her everything she had to not moan at the sensation. Her delicate nape was being mercilessly licked and sucked on at the same time, the feeling of Melech's lips against her skin driving her absolutely insane.

"I wanna feel up your breasts." Melech whispered as he let his hands move up to caress Azalia's beautiful breasts. He didn't cup them yet, waiting for Azalia to stop him if she wanted to, but the Lavan princess couldn't find it in herself to say no. She let out another shaky breath when Melech finally grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, her lower belly fluttering with arousal.

"Mhm..." She breathed out as Melech brushed his thumbs against her hardening nipples.

It was starting to feel good, and Azalia couldn't contain the soft sighs slipping past her lips anymore. Her back was still pressed against Melech's chest and she could feel his cock hardening under her. Not seeing Melech somehow made her feel things with even more intensity, and Azalia couldn't fight against her arousal even if she wanted to.

"You feel perfect in my hands." Melech lowly murmured right into her ear. "I can't wait to see how big your breasts will get with milk when you will be carrying my heir." He said and Azalia's heart suddenly sank at the words, her body abruptly growing cold.

Melech didn't like her.

He didn't even care about her, no. He only cared about her status and the fact that she could carry his heirs. The Adom King was toying with her and nothing more. Azalia had to remember this before making a fool of herself.

"Stop touching me." She asked, her voice quiet but her words firm.

"Hm?" Melech removed his lips from Azalia's neck to hear her better. "Stop touching me." She repeated in a slightly louder voice. "I don't want this."

Melech only cocked an eyebrow in response. "Is that so?" He amusingly asked, his lips finding Azalia's nape back. But this time she moved her head away, the Lavan princess refusing to be touched. "Yes. I don't like it." She affirmed.

Melech snorted. With how flushed her body was and how sweet the sounds she had made had been, there was absolutely no way Azalia didn't like what Melech was doing to her. Still, he removed his hands from Azalia's breasts like he had promised, but not without giving them one last tight squeeze.

"You're so entertaining, little princess." He whispered into Azalia's ear, not missing how she shuddered in response. He let his teeth nibble Azalia's earlobe one last time before standing up, the Adom King finally getting out of the bathtub.

The milk had started to turn cold and Melech had had enough fun for the day.

"You can go back to your quarters after you're done here." He told Azalia as he grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist, his muscles bulging as he did so. "I'll tell you when I need you again." Were his last words before he left the bathroom.