My Lady Chef

Ezran's POV:

I stared at the dazzling beauty who was sleeping beside me. Her blonde hair was disheveled and caressed the sheets and pillows, her swollen lips were red from all the kisses we shared.

Her curves could not be hidden beneath the sheets as it lovingly shapes into her plump hips and hugged her lovely breasts. The dawning light showed the love marks I made while I was out of my mind with lust for her.

And yet...I could not stop looking at her.

I have not even known her that well and yet it feels different. It was a feeling I am not sure I like.

Why her? There were women more skilled in the art of seduction and more beautiful than her but their practiced hands and whispers are all but forgotten the moment I held her.

A discreet scratching noise made me reach for my robe as I opened the door.

It was Milford. I recalled his letter to me about how kind and gentle Alaina was even when she was given a small allowance for the first month; From that small gesture, it seems like my head butler's affection for his mistress was positive.

"Milord, I trust that the deed was done?" he whispered, and at my nod, his shoulder sagged with relief. "Are you available to discuss what will happen to the duchess's living arrangements?"

Normally I would not hesitate to go but I looked back at my sleeping wife and felt a reluctance to leave.

"Maybe at a later time then, Your Grace?" the head butler smiled and I nodded.

"Milford. Have a servant take away last night's food and have a nice breakfast cart sent here in an hour. My lady might also want some tea and sweets so bring another of that as well." I pondered over another thing and coughed in embarrassment. " Lastly, bring a basin, towels, and warm water plus the best healing salve from our apothecary."

Milford's face was one of shock which is understandable since I was never one to care about a lady's comfort.

he left to carry out my orders, I disrobed and slid back into the sheets; the movement made her moan and

at her before I gave in to the urge and pulled her closer to

halfway and she closed them again as she

my tip. One flick and it went straight to the fireplace and ignited

cared whether my lover was

hair which smells of fresh-cut flowers and sun-kissed grass. The usual loneliness

I feel at

was unnerving but I cannot seem to tear

because of her fey blood. Stories about how fey males become devoted to their mates once they find the one that calls to their soul came to mind. A female fey has the power to call to a male that she has affection for and

I am not fey. All of Dranvelle are aware of the Aisenburg family possessing dragon blood in their veins which makes us very powerful, volatile and our aggressive aura somehow intimidates normal humans especially

finding a wife who can tolerate us

by me....my little one. Could it be because of your blood?" I talked to

so erotic as she moved with me instead of resisting. Her instinctual movements only served to turn

her and the way her hands touched my jaw and back surprised me.

I was willing to give to her. I could never the delicious sensation of her squeezing me tight until every drop was

I was

am going crazy. I must get out

the door made me pull away from my wife as

maid with brown hair and eyes flinched upon seeing me as she bowed as I opened the door, allowing her to push the

get out." I growled when she

Your Grace. Enjoy your meal." She all but dashed out as I closed

a normal female's