The Flowers Bloomed (Part Four)

Annalise bit her lip as she felt embarrassment taking full control over her. She just wanted to disappear and never appear in front of Lord Damien.

The said man moved closer to the bed and kneeled beside her, placing the two of them at eye level. His piercing crimson orbs almost took away her breath.

Annalise pulled the quilt up to cover her breasts before tightly wrapping her hand over her collarbone to make sure she won't end up naked all over again. And even though she tried her best to keep her movements slow to not attract his attention, the smile playing on his lips was a clear indication that she failed badly.

He brushed a loose curl away from her face before playing her cheek. "What's wrong, Princess?" His eyes were keenly observing her every little movement as if he was searching for something.

Annalise opened her mouth but then immediately closed it, she had no idea what to say. But when the Lord kept looking at her, waiting patiently for her response, she had to speak. "I... I am... sorry!" The apology came out in a barely audible voice as she pulled her eyes to look at her hands, too ashamed to look at him.

She felt his hand moving before he took hold of her chin between his thumb and forefingers and made her look back at his face. "Why apologize? Have you done anything wrong?"

Annalise felt her insides turning at his question. He was doing it on purpose, pushing her to say it out loud. She felt her eyes filling with unshed tears as her emotions got the best out of her.

"You aren't allowed to cry, Princess. Unless you answer my question." It wasn't a request, instead, it was a command that she had to listen to.

Her tears froze immediately as she tried to control her emotions but it was proving way harder than she thought.

She felt the arm wrapped around her abdomen tightening as the man behind her moved. A second later, she felt a warm and hard chest coming to rest against her bare back. And a soft feathery kiss on top of her shoulder succeeded in distracting her for a few moments.

"Damien, be careful." Kenric's voice was soft as he spoke to his brother but there was a clear hint of seriousness in it.

"I know," she heard Damien respond as he pulled her attention back to him. "How come you are ready to apologize but don't have the courage to admit your mistake?"

Annalise felt the need to apologize again. It was pretty clear that her silence was making the Lord angrier and the realization made her wince. She wanted to apologize but didn't know how.

"I... I shouldn't have... let... m-my lord see me like... like this." The words were finally out of her mouth and she heard both the Lords chuckling at her words.

The confusion caused by their reaction made her look up at Damien since looking at Kenric wasn't possible in their current position. "What is it?"

Damien surprised her again as he placed a kiss against her forehead before speaking, "So you are apologizing because I found you naked and not because I found you naked with Kenric." He wasn't asking her, more like repeating it to himself.

Annalise was completely lost at this point. She watched as Damien and Kenric shared another look and chuckled.

"You are just perfect, gorgeous," Kenric whispered as he placed another kiss on top of her shoulder before he snuggled his face in the crook of her neck.

Damien leaned closer, his crimson eyes smoldering as he gazed at her face. "It's good that you are accepting us, Princess." His gaze dipped down to her lips and then he pressed them against hers, his kiss soft and coaxing, something that she wasn't expecting from him at all.

She felt Kenric pulling his arm away from where it had been wrapped around her waist, only to place it back on her waist but this time it was under the quilt. It remained there for a few seconds before he shifted it to her hip.

Annalise swallowed, she couldn't deny that she felt hot because of all the attention she was getting from her husbands, but she was also a little bothered by being sandwiched between two such ethereal-looking men.

"W-what are we doing?" She found herself asking as she shivered under the sparks that Kenric's fingers were causing to erupt all over her waist and hip.

"Any plans?" Kenric asked as he looked at Damien. The two men totally ignored her question.

"I think so," Damien answered as he gave her another peck on her lips before he stood up and his hands moved to take off his tunic. The fabric landed on the floor, joining her nightgown and Kenric's tunic.

Her eyes wandered over his muscular body and toned physique shamelessly. She was unable to take her eyes off even if she tried but the thought didn't even enter her brain.

She was pulled out of her trance when Kenric suddenly shifted behind her before he pulled her closer, creating space on the bed which was soon occupied by Damien.

She watched with wide eyes as she could hardly believe her current situation. It had to be a dream. She resisted the urge to move, the inappropriateness of the scenario calling her name in the back of her mind.

Damien laid down beside her on the bed and immediately brushed his lips against hers before pulling away as his mouth moved down her jawline to her throat.

She felt Kenric softly removing the quilt from her breasts which made her panic but all her commotions were drawn as Damien silenced her with another deep and passionate kiss.

The kiss left her both breathless and needy, and when he finally pulled away, she immediately missed his warmth. "Hope you are ready, Princess. I have a lot to show you."