Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 158: The kiss in the pool

Chapter 158: The kiss in the pool

As nighttime arrived, Rhea couldn’t sleep in her room, she kept tossing and turning on the bed. She then decided to go and sleep in the healing pool instead of tossing around. She had actually enjoyed her sleep last night in the pool, perhaps just like yesterday, she would be able to find peace in the pool again.

With that thought, Rhea headed to the pool with a lamp in her hand. The night was windy, with snowflakes slowly falling to the white frozen ground. The fierce wind carried along the chilling breath of winter night. However, the chilling wind didn’t affect Rhea one bit as she walked into the fenced yard where the pool was.

She noticed the lamps surrounding the pool were already on, but she didn’t think much of it as she thought it was always turned on, as even when she came yesterday, they were on.

Rhea dropped her own lamp and took off her nightdress just like last night. She slowly walked into the pool recalling the feeling she had this morning after waking up, she had the strong feeling that someone had been beside her last night, but she decided not to think much about it and soaked in the milky water for some minutes before she moved to the step she’d sat on last night.

However, just as she was about to move her leg, she felt something move away from beside her leg under the water. Her heart jolted in fright, but instead of stepping out of the water, she held her breath and dropped her head into the milky water.

Rhea’s eyes widened as she saw something move under the water, actually it looked like a person. Without hesitation, she ran out of the water her heart beating fast in fright. She quickly draped her robe around her nakedness, before she took her lamp and commanded,

"Whoever you are, show yourself, you disgusting pervert!"

When the person didn’t come out, she yelled, "By Heavens, if you don’t come out, I will call my guardian to freeze you to death in that pool! You are not going to like it, you better show yourself!" She threatened.

Not a moment later, the water rippled and it was immediately followed by a familiar male figure that appeared in the water. Rhea’s eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Draven emerge from the water, his thick locks dripping wet, with water sliding down his naked lean musclar torso that shimmered under the golden lights of the lamps. He only wore a black trouser that clutched tightly to his lower body.

Everything about his body screamed perfection, the breathtaking sight of him almost made Rhea’s mind went blank for a moment, until she recalled that she had been naked in the water earlier and Draven had been under it. A deep red blush crept up to her cheeks at that realization, and her embarrassment made her boil with rage.

"What are you doing here, and what in the name of hell were you doing under water?!"

Draven raised an eyebrow at her angry outburst, his blue eyes narrowed, "What I’m I doing here? I let you come here at daytime, while I use it at night," Draven returned the question, "What are you doing here by this time of the night?"

When Rhea heard his words, she felt a rush of rage wash over her, "Hell and damnation, you have the guts to question me when it was you who hid underwater like an old pervert! When you saw me, why didn’t you come out?!"

Before Draven could respond, Rhea’s eyes widened even further as she realized something else, "So you were also here last night?"

"I won’t deny it," he said flatly.

Rhea’s anger flared up instantly as she comprehended that he had been present the previous night when she was undressed. "What in the world were you doing here at night?" she demanded angrily. No wonder she had sensed someone’s presence last night—it turned out to be him!

Draven didn’t appreciate being called a pervert; his eyes darkened slightly, but he masked his displeasure and replied, "The healing pool can cure not only humans but also any other creature. Like you, I came here to take advantage of it. But who would have expected you to turn it into your bedroom?" he said with amusement. "Yesterday, you started undressing before I had a chance to announce myself. Did you really want to experience the awkwardness of knowing I was here while you were stripping off your night dress?"

Rhea gritted her teeth in annoyance as she realized she wouldn’t have liked the awkwardness and embarrassment, "Fine, I will overlook yesterday’s, but what about today? Why didn’t you show yourself before I took off my clothes, or were you hiding to look at my nakedness?"

Draven scoffed in disbelief, he sized her up and down before saying, "You’re making it sound like I did it on purpose and making a big deal out of it, when in truth, you, yourself have purposely peeked at my nakedness while I was taking a bath like a little pervert."

Rhea felt her face heated up as she recalled the vivid image of his naked body when she peeked at him in the border town. His body was the first male body she’d ever seen in her life. The image of him taking a bath flashed into her mind, she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Instead of accepting it and letting the matter go, Rhea felt anger and embarrassment wash over her. So because she’d peeked at him, he also peeked at her?

Rhea loosely tied the belt of her robe and began walking back towards the pool. "You think it’s no big deal to ogle a woman who isn’t your wife, huh?" she questioned, rolling up her robe sleeves. "I’ll teach you some proper manners, you perverted dragon! Once I’m finished with you, you’ll never lay eyes on another woman’s nakedness!"

Draven didn’t even flinch when she threw a punch at his chest, a punch that barely caused him any pain. And when Rhea noticed his lack of reaction, she grabbed his hair to bring his head to her level and forcefully hit her forehead against his, exerting all her strength. However, it was she who ended up feeling the pain.

With a cry of "Ahh!" Rhea quickly released his hair and clutched her forehead.

Draven threw his head back and burst into deep laughter at her actions. His laughter was so rich and resonant that Rhea immediately forgot about her own pain and looked at him in disbelief. She found herself laughing along with him, unable to resist. She had never heard him laugh like this before, his laughter sounded unfamiliar to her.

After a while, he finally stopped laughing, but his blue eyes still shimmered with amusement. He raised his hand and lightly tapped her forehead. "Silly girl, that’s the Rhea I used to know."

Rhea glanced up at him, and upon meeting his gaze, her heart started pounding rapidly within her chest. Realizing she might make a fool of herself once more in front of him, she swiftly made the decision to leave the pool. However, just as she was about to turn and hastily leave, her right leg stumbled over her left leg. But before she could fall, Draven swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body back against his for stability. This sudden action caused Rhea to gasp in surprise, as her head accidentally collided with his firm chest.

"I...I am sorry, " She apologized and quickly tried to pull away from him, but Draven’s hold remain firm around her waist. She looked up at him with a slight frown.

In the past, when Draven was still a mighty king, he wasn’t the type to get easliy seduced by a woman, but Rhea’s innocence, combined with her beautiful, upturned face and the sensation of her alluring body pressing against him, acted on him like a powerful aphrodisiac. Desire surged through him, heating his blood, sending it singing through his veins, forcing his hands to pull her closer.

Rhea saw something primitive and terrifying flare in his blue eyes as his arm tightened on her waist and his gaze trailed down to her lips. She tried to jerk back, and wanted to ask him to let her go, but the word that rose in her throat, was stuck when his lips covered hers, stifling her voice with a demanding insistence that stunned her into immobility.

Like an alarmed rabbit captured in a painless trap, she struggled until she felt his hands stroke soothingly up and down her spine and shoulders, while his lips moved on hers with inflaming desire.

Dizzily, she slid her hands up his chest, trying to cling for support to the very person that was destroying her balance.

This innocent action triggered an instant reaction from Draven. He didn’t know what came over him or why he allowed himself kiss her, but when it seemed she had no objection, his arms tightened around her and he deepened the kiss, his lips moving on hers with hungry ardor, insistently shaping and fitting her lips to his own.

Lost in a haze of nameless yearnings, Rhea leaned up on her toes, responding to the forceful pressure of his arms. He groaned as she molded her body against his, and his parted lips crushed hers, sliding insistently back and forth, urging hers to part; the moment they did, his tongue slid between them, plunging into the soft recesses of her mouth.

Everything seemed to fade in the background as the pair stood in the middle of the pool kissing, the golden lights of the lamps reflecting in the milky pool. However, when Rhea felt his large hands began to move inside her robe, she quickly tore her mouth free, horrified by what he was doing, and pushed against him with all her strength. "Don’t!" she cried.

Draven let her go so abruptly that she staggered back a step; then he drew a long, audible breath, holding it for an abnormally long time. He then moved forward in an attempt to apologise, but Rhea moved away from him as if she was terrified of what he meant do to her.

"Don’t touch me," she whispered in a low, angry voice while tightening her robe belt. "I understand that you don’t have any feelings for me, so if you don’t want me to develop any feelings for you, please stop taking advantage of me because I allowed you to get close. I won’t ask you to take responsibility for what just happened; I’ll forget that we kissed. But I hope you won’t touch me like that again." With these words, she turned and left the pool with her lamp.

Draven remained motionless in the pool, watching her walk away until she disappeared from sight. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest. He raised his hand and touched his lips. What was wrong with him? He didn’t want to fall in love again, but when it came to Rhea, he had no control over his heart or body.

He was terrified of love after his previous experience, and even though he knew Rhea would never betray him, there was a part of him that refused to admit he was deeply and passionately in love with her. He desired her so intensely that it frightened him.

There was something about Rhea that captivated him, like a rare and flawless jewel. With the hate growing in her heart, she only needed the right surroundings: elegant clothes to enhance her alluring figure and exquisite features, a magnificent home where she could reign as a queen, a husband to guide her wild impulses, a family, and a baby to nurture and cherish.

Watching her retreating figure, Draven remembered his old, long since abandoned dream of having a wife to light up his castle with her warmth and laughter, a woman to fill his arms in bed and banish the dark emptiness within him, a woman who would love the children he gave her...

A bitter smile graced Draven’s lips as he remembered what the past him desired so badly, he had desired to have a family of his own and a loving woman by his side, and when he met Alina he had foolishly thought she was the one. And because she knew what he desired so badly, she had used that as his weakness and always talked about a bright future of their family together, making him blind to any suspicious actions she did.

He laughed mockingly as he realized Rheanna was suddenly bringing all those old, stupid yearnings back to torment him.