Free Web NovelChapter 154: Unintentional Temptation
Jannah’s eyes widened as she finally looked down, realizing with a sickening jolt of horror just how revealing her nightgown was. The thin fabric hid absolutely nothing; her breasts, her waist, and the dark shadow between her thighs were completely visible under his intense, burning gaze.
"Did you do this intentionally, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, his voice dropping into a husky growl as his fingers lingered near her hip. "How could you look so sexy and expect me not to touch you? Did you dress like this just to tempt me? Do you want me to take care of your body this morning? Because I am more than willing to do so."
To emphasize his words, Dorrent shifted his weight, pushing his hips forward into her thigh. Jannah felt the sudden, terrifying pressure of his thickening groin—hard with a predatory heat through his trousers—pressing directly against her bare leg.
"Stop!" Jannah shrieked, her voice trembling as she frantically tried to pull the sheets over her body. "It was the only gown I could find in the last night! I was tired and I was too sleepy to look for anything else! It wasn’t intentional!"
Dorrent’s gaze remained glued to her nipples, his breathing turning heavy and uneven as his winter-frost pheromones began to leak from his skin in waves. "You should only be sleeping in this nightgown when you are officially my wife, Jannah," he muttered, his jaw clenching as his eyes flashed with hunger. "Because I like what it is doing to me right now."
Jannah’s throat went dry. Under the intense, suffocating pressure of his scent, her tongue unconsciously flicked out, licking her own lips.
The small, innocent gesture was the final straw for Dorrent’s S-tier restraint.
His eyes blew wide, a dangerous, crimson light flashing within his silver pupils as his grip on her waist tightened to the point of pain. "Watch out with your behavior, Jannah," he delivered in a growl that sent a cold chill down her spine. "Unless you want me to unearth my beast right now and ravage your body on this mattress until you won’t be able to walk for a week. It has been far too long since I have taken you, and my system is running completely wild."
Jannah’s eyes flared with a defiant, bitter rage, her fears twisting into a sharp, defensive venom. "Isn’t that what you always are, Dorrent?!" she retorted sharply, her voice echoing off the walls. "A beast! You are nothing but a perverted monster with a sick, twisted mind! You sexualize every single encounter we have! My grandfather is still at the mogue, and all you can think about is forcing your way between my thighs!"
Dorrent let out a low, mocking scoff, his eyes slowly swiping down her exposed body once more, taking in the flawless curve of her hips and the mesh of her dress.
"Who exactly is doing the sexualizing here, Jannah, if not you?" Dorrent asked, his voice dripping with an arrogant amusement. "How can you expect a dominant Alpha to behave like a saint when you are lying in bed dressed like this? Everything you own is on complete display. You are practically begging my eyes to feast on your skin."
Unable to bear the naked intensity of his gaze, Jannah yanked the blanket up to her neck, burying her body beneath the fabric to block herself from his sight. "Why are you even in my room?!" she demanded, her voice muffled as she glared at him over the edge of the sheet. "Get out!"
Dorrent’s expression shifted, his eyes stabilizing into a serious, determined focus as he reached down, gently pulling the blanket back down to her chest.
"Had Damian not said that the cast and the bandages on your ribs could be removed today, Jannah?" Dorrent reminded her flatly, his voice dropping into a calmer, more controlled register. "I am here to help you remove them."
"I can do it myself!" Jannah snapped immediately, her left hand clutching the plaster cast on her right arm. "I don’t need your help, and I certainly don’t want your hands on my skin!"
"How exactly are you going to manage to cut through medical plaster and unwrap compression bandages with only one functional left hand, Jannah?" Dorrent asked, his eyebrows raising in a skeptical look.
"I will find a way!" she spat back, her eyes flashing with a sudden, bitter resentment. "You don’t need to know how I manage my life! Since you were the one who threw Damian out of this house and sent him away, you have no right to pretend you care about my medical treatment!"
Dorrent’s jaw locked at the mention of the young Boren doctor. His eyes flashed with a sudden, dangerous memory of the white halo discharging, but he quickly suppressed the anger, taking a sharp step closer to her side of the mattress.
"I am going to do it, Jannah," Dorrent delivered with an unbending authority that left no room for negotiation. "And there will be no argument from your mouth."
As he leaned forward, Jannah instantly shifted her body backward, trying to create distance between them. Dorrent moved closer, his rame sliding across the mattress. Jannah shifted again, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she scrambled backward. Dorrent moved again, his massive chest almost touching her knees. They went back and forth, shifting across the grand bed, until Jannah’s shoulders hit the wall. She was completely cornered, unable to move a single inch further.
Dorrent hovered over her, his hands resting on either side of her hips as he pinned her against the wall with his shadow.
"You should get used to me helping you out, little herbalist," Dorrent murmured, his face inches from hers. "Because I will be your husband soon, and I will be doing things like this for you very often."
He looked into her wide, panicked eyes, his voice dropping into a soft plea. "Trust me, Jannah. I won’t do anything to you today. I know you are aroused right now... and so am I. My core is running hot. But I promise you, on my honor, I won’t force myself onto your body. Let me help you."
Jannah stared at him through the silence of the room. For a brief, fleeting moment, she saw a genuine, raw sincerity in his eyes—a lack of the usual arrogance that made her defensive walls crumble just for a short while. She let out a long breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly against the wall as she slowly let go of her hold on the sheets.
"Fine," she whispered. "Just... hurry up."
