The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 168: Nude Portrait

Chapter 168: Nude Portrait

She pressed her lips together timidly, slightly demure at the fact that he wanted to create a nude portrait of her, she didn’t know what to feel, elated, nervous or aroused? She felt them all at once.

"Uhm, what if someone else sees it? It would be humiliating." She reasoned out with a shuddering breath as she played out a vivid image.

"This room is off limits, no one is allowed to come in." He stated out nonchalantly.

"And the maids?" She queried.

"Not even the maids." He assured.

"Then who cleans the place up?" She asked in curiosity.

"You ask too many questions, seat so I can start painting." He implied with extended hands towards a gilded chair in front of him, gesturing for her to seat.

"Wait, the door, we should keep it locked." She insisted as her eyes narrowed to the door.

Immediately she spoke, she heard the door lock "Happy now?"

Zipping her lips shut, she moved towards the chair, but as she proceeded to sit, his electrifying voice made her halt.

"You are aware you have to be unclothed for a nude portrait, isn’t that right?" He pointed out.

"It’s slightly embarrassing, but you have seen everything." She confessed with a small voice as her cheeks reddened in mortification.

He scoffed "You weren’t embarrassed when you walked in naked last night."

"I was in a circumstance.....of desperation." She said with fluttering lashes as she cleared her throat awkwardly, while undoing the laces holding her dress together in one piece.

"And now, you’re no longer desperate?" He asked with narrowed siren eyes even though he knew the answer.

Just a momentary eye contact was enough to provoke her senses and make her desperate for his touch, but as desperate as she was, anxiousness ate her within out, educed by his intimidating, smoky eyes.

Being held captive under his intimidating gaze, a wrecking ball of nervousness hit her, making her hands to tremble as she undid the laces.

Gulping, she quickly averted her eyes from him, still it didn’t help to deter the nervous feeling he prompted in her as she could still feel his eyes on every inch of her body, following every movement of hers with his hawky gaze.

Stripping out of her clothes, she stood in front of him naked, still avoiding his gaze. Even with her body being wrecked with anxiety at his fixated eyes on her, rather than behaving skittish, she confidently sat on the glided chair and gave her hair a flip backward, flaunting her beautiful body to his sight.

She posed in a seductive half laid position with her face resting on her palm and one slender leg crossed over the other, the filtered sunlight bathing her in an ethereal glow.

Facing him, she saw his throat move as he salivated hungrily and his jaws tick as his eyes grazed over her body with a predatory look, he was probably regretting the idea of painting a nude portrait of her, but then he averted his gaze swiftly as he cleared his throat.

She watched him as he stood behind the easel, his figure hidden, but only his spell binding eyes remained perceptible to sight as he stole voracious peeks of her from above the easel.

He rolled his sleeves up to reveal his veiny forearms, powerful and sensual, only then did she realize he was clad in a plain, linen shirt, his outfit was ordinary still yet she hadn’t noticed earlier as he was always entrancing.

Silence basked the room as he proceeded with the painting. He firstly used a charcoal to draw out her curves, contours and features, and then he picked up a fine brush and dipped it into a paint, fully engrossed in the portrait, he managed to maintain his calm state and rational mind as he stole focused glances of her, recreating the same image of her.

With every glance he stole of her, her willpower became shaken, her cheeks flushed and her eyes darted around aimlessly, while she was losing her rational state of mind, he seemed more focused in what he was doing unlike her.

She was quite impressed with his attentive nature, the way his face hardened, his chiseled jaws ticked and his crimson eyes squinted with each stroke he made on the canvas with the paint dipped brush.

His hand holding the brush with a gentle grip, shifted against the canvas with grace and delicate care as he applied paint on the drawing, each blend an enthralling combination that portrayed his love for her.

Watching in admiration and anticipation as he painted her, she maintained her posture. While thinking she would have to maintain that position for hours, he left her stunned when he announced that he was done with her painting.

Her brows furrowed in disbelief as she sat up, ruining her pose. Her limbs felt numb from the thirty minutes of sitting, although she would have been able to retain her pose for three hours as it certainly wasn’t the first time for her portrait to be made.

’Being royalty was a pain in the ass.’ She thought inwardly when she remembered the long hours of posing for a portrait when she was a princess.

Gasping softly, she slowly put on her clothes with spaghetti limbs before averting her attention back to him, he was rather engrossed in admiring his piece of work as he stood proudly with hands dipped into his trouser pockets, his gaze fixated on the painting.

With eager eyes, she sprouted up from the chair and scurried toward him to catch sight of his work. Her eyes widened in amazement when she saw the portrait of her, every curve, every silhouette and feature she possessed was perfectly mimicked onto the canvas, rather than a painting it seemed more like her twin sister. It was the most beautiful portrait of her ever made and also, the most obscene one, he even got her boobs right and when she observed the lower region for clarification, her face reddened in mortification.

"What do you think?" He asked as he hovered behind her with a smirk hanging on his lips.

"No one should ever see this." She breathed out in a whisper.

"But, it’s a terrific painting, absolutely a remarkable work of art, such a shame no one else can see it." She remarked, awe stricken by his impressive talent.

"Their eyes are not worthy enough to catch a glimpse of your portrait and if they do which is impossible, I’ll gouge their eyes out and feed them to the wolves." He uttered and she chuckled.

"You like gouging eyes out, don’t you?" She said as she continued examining the painting.

He chuckled softly as he squeezed her shoulders, giving it a light massage, she let her head fall back to rest on his chest as she closed her eyes, enjoying the massage.

"I’d love to paint a portrait of you too, teach me how to paint." She said in a mumble.

"You’ll have to learn everyday to become good." He said and she nodded.

"Yes, of course." She agreed.

"Fine then." He carefully carried her portrait and positioned it with the other paintings and then concealed it with a cloth.

Using a new canvas, he proceeded to teach her, it made her excited "You want to teach me now?" She queried even though it was obvious.

"Yes love, engaging in various activities when we’re together is the only way to keep my hands off you." He confessed with a subtle smile.

"Oh." Was the only thing she could say at his blatant confession.

Looming behind her like a sinister sentinel, he gave her a charcoal and directed her as he placed his hand on hers and started drawing slowly, while teaching her how to trace the curves and contours.

Meanwhile her brain was barely processing anything he was teaching her. The warmth of his hands on hers as he delicately traced the drawing, his hot breath skimming past her skin and his husky baritone voice whisking into her ears deterred her concentration.

After drawing out the outlines and features of a facial portrait, he took a brush and dipped it in paint while directing her hand movements. Within an hour of blending the colours and application of paint on the drawing, he was finally done with the painting.

As if she had been reeled back to her senses, she gasped in amazement as her eyes narrowed on the portrait. It was a portrait of her smiling face, every angle, every feature of hers was perfectly illustrated. Her golden skin gleaming with a surreal allure, and her jade eyes stared back at her with that fierceness yet a tender warmth swirling through them.

Again, she felt as if she was staring back at her reflection in the mirror, no doubt he would have been a highly renowned artist beyond kingdoms if he was one.

"It’s...beautiful." She gasped in a breathless state as she gazed at the entrancing portrait of her.

"Not as much as you." He whispered in a charming voice as he planted a tender kiss on the nook of her neck, the sensation of his hot lips melting into her skin made her melt.

His kisses hardened on her neck and as they reeled in the moment, the door suddenly shut open, disrupting them from their moment.

They both had a frown on their face when their gazes traveled to the figure standing by the door with a stoic facade. It was Zamiel, always fond of interrupting.

"Don’t frown at me, there’s something you should see." He said with a serious tone, he always possessed a deadly grave countenance. Draco rolled his eyes nonchalantly with a bored sigh as he wiped the smear of paint off his hands.

And then Zamiel’s gaze traveled to Rama as he said "There’s something you both should see." He emphasized, his eyes were hard and cold as he spoke, they were always hard but this time it was different.