The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 209: Ask And You Shall Receive

Chapter 209: Ask And You Shall Receive

"Let’s go love," Draco said with an outstretched hand toward her.

Moving toward him, she stopped beside Michael while staring at him from the corner of her eyes "Just so you know, I don’t like you." she said with a hard tone before taking Draco’s hand to leave with him.

She looked back to steal a glance at the both of them, but they were still unmoving, their feet rooted to the ground.

Shaking her head, she turned to look at Draco "How did the meeting go?"

"There’s nothing for you to worry about concerning Blackthorne kingdom, I’ll take care of them, but for now, you need my full attention." He said nonchalantly while a half curved smile appeared on his lips.

"I do worry when things like this keeps happening and besides it’s all my fault that they’re trying to attack us." She blurted out in a mumble.

"It’s not your fault love, it’s only human instincts, but at this point I call it stupidity that they try to attack me. After I take care of them I’ll make sure you don’t worry for as long as possible and make your simple dreams come true." He said as he kissed the back of her palm.

"I don’t know how you’re going to do that, but I’ll be looking forward to my wishes been answered."

She smiled as they walked hand in hand, but then she realized they were heading in the wrong direction rather than to their chambers.

"Where are we going to?" She questioned.

"You said you wanted to learn how to paint." He answered.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot about that." She snorted out a chuckle as he opened the door to the painting room.

It was as she had remembered, the smell of dried and wet paint gathered in the air mixed with the scent of aged wood, giving it a homely fragrance. She had only been there twice but it was her favourite place in the castle.

Walking into the room, she ran her fingers over the surface of a table before her eyes darted to the palette sitting on it.

"You should pose, I’d like to paint you." She implied as she prepared a canvas on an easel.

"I only taught you once, I should teach you more." He suggested, but the sneaky glint in his eyes spoke otherwise.

Beaming, she said "I was quite confident with my painting skills, but if you insist then come teach me."

Taking two steps, he closed the distance between them in a second with those long legs of his. Standing behind her, he drew out the outlines and contours of the drawing, and then he took hold of a brush, dipped it in paint and gave light strokes against the paper while explaining to her the dos and don’ts.

Nodding, she listened attentively while he explained, she was engrossed in learning but also his manly aura and spicy scent were quite disturbing, especially since he was behind her. She couldn’t stop thinking about him hammering her walls from behind.

The way he kept leaning forward as he applied delicate strokes and his lips kept brushing her reddened ears, not to talk of his hot breath fanning her neck. It almost seemed as if he was trying to seduce her, but whether he was or not it was working.

Finally, he was done with the portrait, but it wasn’t a portrait of himself, it was a portrait of her standing in front of a cottage with a bouquet of fresh Roses in her hand.

"It’s beautiful." She murmured as she hovered her hand above the painting to touch it, but it wasn’t dried yet so she retreated her hands back.

"It’s my turn now, show me what you can do, paint a portrait of me." He said heartily with a smile that reached his eyes as he moved to the couch and sat on it.

She was a bit displeased with his action, she was aroused but there he was talking about her painting him. Well, she wanted to, but didn’t he realize she wanted him right then at that moment? Or perhaps he was just ignoring it which was quite absurd, because he wouldn’t ever ignore it.

"Right." She sighed out as she prepared a new canvas, but her mind was slightly foggy with lust, she wondered if it was possible to get addicted to someone’s dick.

Taking a deep breath, she settled down as she took hold of the brush. Following his steps, she drew out the contours using charcoal and afterwards, as soon as she dipped the brush into the paint, she heard his voice "Is it a face portrait or a full body one?" He queried.

"A face portrait." She replied meekly.

As she applied delicate strokes withe the paint, fully engrossed in what she was doing, she could feel his intimidating gaze on her, it made her slightly nervous not to talk of the oppressing silence hanging in the air.

Everytime she looked at his face to paint him, he would give her a smirk and her hands would shake, which would take her a few minutes to gain composure. He could literally make her heart stop beating with that face.

Finally, she was done and a big smile appeared on her glowing face as she announced with a loud chirpy tone "I’m done!"

Enthusiastically, she turned the canvas over to his view, while giggling softly, obviously proud of herself for the artwork she had created.

Draco stared at the portrait of his face for a long moment, she wasn’t perfect but the thoughts applied to it were visible in every stroke of it. His red eyes had fire burning into the depths of it, she had drawn him exactly as she saw him and it retained an incomprehensible significance.

She looked at him with questioning eyebrows, darting her eyes between the portrait and his face "Well?"

"You learned fast, It’s impressive, I’d like to show you my gratitude for it." He said with a charming grin, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes was a heavy disparity to the charming facade he portrayed.

"Oh, well...uhm thank you." Her cheeks burned red as she was at a loss for words, knowing very well what he was trying to imply.

"I can’t show you my gratitude if you keep standing over there, come here love." He ushered with a predatory grin as he ran his tongue over his canines, his eyes smoldering with a lustful darkness.

Glancing at her paint stained hands, she said "My hands are dirty, I’ll clean it quickly and be right back."

"You don’t have to worry love, come here." He ordered with a teasing, commanding tone and she complied with a sigh as she moved toward him.

"My feisty princess is such a good girl." His voice aired in a husky tone as he caressed her cheeks.

"So tell me love, what do you want? I’ll give it to you right this instant." He said, his smoldering eyes staring down at her as he waited for her reply.

"Really? Just for a painting you’d give me anything I want?" She queried in a disbelieving tone.

"Painting or not, the world belongs to you as long as I am alive." His words were emphasized with sincerity, the world belonged to her and she knew it. It was her space of exploration but he made it her playground in which everyone and everything else were her toy.

"I’m not so sure what I want right now, I mean I would want you to take care of the Blackthorne kingdom but you’re already preparing to do that, apart from that I think I have everything I want." She said thoughtfully.

"Are you sure about that? Think harder love." He insisted with a smirk.

"Uhm...I want a baby then, just one is enough I guess, or maybe two." She blurted out, a grin spreading across her lips to reveal her white pearls.

"A baby? I can’t make you get pregnant right now, but we can try going into the process of making one." He said, slightly disturbed.

"Then...I want you." She said in a low voice, her own words making her blush.

"You can do whatever you want with me, I’ll be right here, ask and you shall receive." He said, his sultry whisper was like silk sliding over her senses while his twin orbs of seduction drew her into it’s allure.

He moved with the languid grace of a fallen angel as he slowly took off his clothes, one by one while maintaining his hypnotic eyes on her. The intensity of his gaze was enough to make butterflies flutter in her belly and between her legs.

She gulped as he stood in front of her naked, her eyes surveying his body as his muscles rippled beneath his hard skin with the slightest movements. Her eyes on its own accord trailed down his glorious form, but she snapped out of it for a split second as she watched him sit down, while he stretched his hand toward her.

"Sit here love, I’m sure you’ll love this ride."