Evie stood in the middle of the bathing chamber, very hesitant, while the Emperor was already in the bathtub, watching her through the wall mirror. "The water is getting cold," he said. Evie dragged her feet, stepping close to the candle holder. "Don't you dare blow the candles out," his voice sounded, stopping her in her tracks. She sighed, reaching for her back to open the dress corset but couldn't reach.
"Your Highness, I will help you with your bath first," she said as she approached the bathtub. In a hurry, she took the hair shampoo and started washing his hair. So soft, she thought as the Emperor leaned on the bathtub, his eyes closed. Evie concentrated on his scalp, and once all the hair was done, she moved to the body wash and started with his shoulders. She felt hot as her body flushed with a blush, and she closed her eyes as she couldn't bear his scorching look anymore, moving downwards to wash his back, sighing with relief, grateful he didn't insist further on showering together.
She opened her eyes as she reached to wash his leg, and her hand came to an immediate stop. In the mirror, she could see the Emperor raise his hand. She flinched, closing her eyes, expecting him to hit her, but then she felt his hand touching her earlobe and rolling it between his fingers. Her face flushed more, and she bit her lip. "Your Royal Highness, we are done," she said, standing up and dashing out of the bathing chamber, hearing a chuckle behind her.
She stood in her bedchambers, her chest moving up and down, her earlobe tingling. She heard water splashing in the bathing chamber, and she ran to the door, opening the outside door. "Helga, bring me hot water," she said and turned, needing to go back into her bedchamber.
The Emperor was in his nightclothes, leaning against the bed frame, his hair a bit wet. He looked ethereal. Evie took a towel and moved towards the bed. "Your Highness, let me help you dry your hair," she said with a smile. Reign looked at her suspiciously, surprised by her niceness, but still scooted to the edge of the bed.
Evie wrapped his hair with the towel and started rubbing it. "Your Royal Highness, I am still unwell from the beating; my wounds haven't healed yet," she said, looking down to check his reaction. "It doesn't look like that; you were sitting okay today," he replied. "Such an agitator," she whispered, stopping. "Okay, you can dry your hair on your own, Your Highness. I will go take a shower," Evie said, releasing the towel and turning her back, leaving the Emperor sitting on the bed, stunned.
Evie had her shower with Helga's help, wore her nightgown, and even took her time in the bathing chamber, praying the Emperor would be asleep when she returned to the bedchamber. "Can't stay the whole night here, can I?" she said, opening the door to her bedroom slowly, creeping in, and sighing a sigh of relief to find the Emperor with his eyes closed.
She moved slowly, lying on the other side of the bed as far as she could from him, and closed her eyes. She let out a gasp as she felt a strong pull and her back hit his hard chest. As if I could be so lucky, Evie thought as she felt his hand grasp her chin and turn her head.
Their eyes met, and they stared deep into each other's eyes, and both their breaths quickened. Reign moved close until their noses touched, and Evie closed her eyes in anticipation, drawing a chuckle from Reign. Okay, let's enjoy this evie thought. As she felt soft lips on her lips, and then a soft kiss was placed on the corner of her mouth, and then on her lips. Evie opened her mouth and exhaled, and then his lips invaded hers. The kiss turned from slow to a full-on demanding kiss. Evie, feeling left behind, returned the kiss, causing Reign to pause for a second, smiling into the kiss, and then continued as both got lost in the moment.
His hand left Evie's chin as he trailed down her body, causing her to let out a soft moan. He stopped the kiss to let her breathe, but his hand moved down, stopping at her left breast, cupping it, drawing a loud moan from her, which surprised both of them. Evie put both her hands on her mouth, trying to stop a moan that had already left her mouth. He smiled this time, his smile reaching his eyes, and Evie saw a small dimple on his cheeks, which disappeared.
He leaned down, pressing small, peppered kisses on the hand covering her mouth as his other hand moved on her back, trailing up and down her spine. With his chin, he moved her hand from her mouth, taking her lips to his. Their kiss deepened as Evie struggled for breath, but instead of letting go, Reign pushed his tongue in, meeting hers. He let out a groan, which she swallowed. "Your Royal Highness!" a rushed voice sounded outside, but Reign ignored it, continuing with the kiss as Evie felt dizzy, both from lack of air and from his hand roaming through her body.
"Your Highness, this is urgent," Arthur said. With a frustrated groan, Reign reluctantly let go of Evie's lips, leaving her gasping for air beneath him, but his hand continued to caress her. "It better be, Arthur," he snapped, his voice thick with anger, his hooded eyes still on Evie's half-opened ones. "Your Highness, Lady Isabella passed out," he said, as Reign's hand caressing Evie's cheeks paused.
"Your Highness," Evie said, her voice hoarse and breathless. "He said Lady Isabella passed out. Go quickly," she added, putting on a fake concerned look. Reign stood up, taking a shawl placed on top of the couch and wrapping it over his shoulder, giving one more look at Evie, whose cheeks were painted red with a blush, her dress ridden up to her thigh, and her chest moving up and down rapidly. His fist curled, and he turned, leaving.
"Thank you, Lady Isabella," Evie whispered, but deep within her chest, she felt a small ball of regret. Outside, she could hear Reign's voice, "What do you think I am, Arthur, a physician?" making her smile, but the smile dropped immediately. "This is dangerous. I need to leave," she said, adjusting her nightgown and drifting to sleep.