Conquering His Cold Heart

“I will have my dinner and will be back,” Tilla said to the Queen as she picked up the trays in her hand.

“Okay, you can take your time,” Anastasia walked to her antechamber along with Tilla so that she could pick up her book.

Anastasia and Tilla had been sleeping in the same chamber for the past few days just like they used to when they were in Orsenia. It was a bit different here though. There was only one bed here, so they slept together.

The main reason why Tilla had been accompanying Anastasia was that the latter hadn’t stopped getting nightmares.

And Tilla had been taking care of her friend even during the night. She would wake Anastasia up if she felt that Anastasia was having bad dreams. She would also make sure that Anastasia wouldn’t be covered in sweat for too long if she got nightmares.

Tilla reached out her hand to open the main door. However, she was startled when someone pushed the door open.

“Your Majesty,” Tilla bowed when she saw the King. She then stepped aside to let the King enter the antechamber.

Anastasia smiled slightly when she saw Caspian at the door. She asked him while picking up the book from the sofa, “You are really going to sleep here tonight?”

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“I don’t lie.” Caspian walked towards Anastasia without losing his gaze from her.

Tilla turned around and gave a questioning glance to Anastasia.

Caspian saw his wife looking at Tilla, so he ordered the handmaid without even turning around, “Tilla, if your duty for tonight is over then you are dismissed.”

Anastasia also gave a nod to Tilla.

Though Tilla wasn’t that fond of that King, it was not her place to protest or speak anything against him. So she bowed to both of them and closed the main door after exiting the antechamber.

Caspian looked at the book in Anastasia’s hand. He couldn’t help but get repulsed by the sight of it.

He held out his palm, and the book got pulled on its own. He narrowed his eyes at the book and ‘scolded’ it, “My wife chose to ignore me because she had you. Now I am back. So your service is no longer required.”

He swiftly tossed the book back on the sofa.

And Anastasia couldn’t help but laugh at her husband. She pointed at the book and teased her husband, “Don’t tell me you are jealous of this book!”

Caspian stood right in front of his wife. He put his hands on her waist and gazed at her cheerful face.

And he whispered in his seductive voice, “It kept you away from me, didn’t it? Obviously, I am jealous. It’s my competition. I will have to be far more entertaining than that book to win you over now.”

His voice enchanted Anastasia’s mind and heart right away. She put her arms around his neck and said, “You don’t have to be so jealous. It can’t sleep beside me and keep me away from my nightmares.”

“You were having nightmares again?” Caspian looked worried all of a sudden.

Anastasia nodded her head.

Caspian pressed her tiny frame against his body and said with a little frown, “Then you should have come to our chamber. You didn’t have to sleep here alone and torture yourself.”

Anastasia looked up at her husband and replied, “I didn’t sleep alone. Tilla slept with me, and she took good care of-”

“What? You slept with Tilla?” Caspian raised his brows at Anastasia.

Anastasia chuckled and mocked her husband, “Oh, now you are jealous of Tilla as well.”

Caspian narrowed his eyes at his wife and spoke playfully, “You cheater! How could you?”

He lightly grazed Anastasia’s cheek with his teeth and said in an accusing tone, “You were sleeping with your handmaid here when I was sleeping there alone in our bed?”

Anastasia also playfully narrowed her eyes at Caspian. And she asked as if she was challenging him, “Yes, I slept with my handmaid. What are you going to do about it?”

Caspian leaned down and nipped Anastasia on her neck. He then whispered in her ear, “I’m going to punish you, of course. You’re not allowed to lay down on the same bed with anyone except me.”

He then caressed her back. His hands kept on moving further and further down to her hips.

Anastasia bit her lower lip and tried to control herself from falling right into her husband’s trap.

However, that proved to be difficult when Caspian leaned down and sucked the hollow of her neck.

“Aah!” Anastasia lifted herself on her toes as the tingling sensation overtook her body. She was shot off-balance just with that one kiss on her neck. And she had to grab Caspian’s shirt to hold herself in place.

That soft moan of hers felt like music to Caspian’s ear. The way she grabbed his shirt was enough as a signal for him to keep on going.

Caspian lifted his head from her neck and gazed at her luscious lips. He instantly felt like kissing her vigorously, biting her lips, and drawing in that sweet taste of her.

However, he was going to take it real slow, he wanted to make his wife want more. He asked her in a ragged whisper, “Do you want to know how much I missed your lips?”

Anastasia was so hypnotized by his gaze and his voice that she nodded her head without even realizing it.

Caspian gave a whimsical smirk to his wife. He leaned closer to her lips and whispered again, “Oh, I wanted to kiss you so bad. Worship every nook and crannies of your body with my lips and my eyes. And make you moan my name.”

He suddenly squeezed her hips and took her by surprise.

“Caspian!” she held his wrist and tried to move his hand up from her hips to her waist.

But Caspian squeezed those hips even harder and made her flinch.

“Caspian! Wait!” Anastasia curled her toes as a wave of sparks coursed through her body.

“Yes, say my name.” Caspian had a satisfied smirk dancing on his lips. He kept on massaging her hips and pressed her body against his as if there was any space left in between them at all.

Anastasia grabbed his collar with one of her hands while the other kept on holding his wrist. And she asked in an exasperated whisper, “Oh, Caspian! What... are you... doing?”

Caspian pressed his cheek against her face. He felt her burning like never before. He liked the warmth she was giving off. He smiled and whispered to her, “I’m doing exactly what I said I would do. I’m punishing you, dear wife.”

His cool breath caressed Anastasia’s neck, making her shiver in excitement and anticipation.

He looked at her face again, his eyes worshiped the demanding look in her eyes, and he inched closer to her lips. He ever so softly brushed his lips against hers, his cold breath mingled with her hot one.

Anastasia parted her lips slightly, her fuller lips waiting to be blessed with her husband’s taste. She drew in her breath through her mouth and gulped to moisten her parched throat. She waited in anticipation to get swept by the heavenly taste of her husband’s mouth.

However, Caspian brushed his lips on hers again and teased her, instead of kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” Anastasia glanced at his lips and then at his blood-red eyes.

Caspian put a little gap in between their faces. His eyes were filled with desire greater than hers. But he was making her wait in the name of punishing her when in reality, he was punishing himself as well.

The anticipation was killing Anastasia. Every part of her body was telling her to go for the kiss, to pull her husband and pry his mouth open.

So she pushed her heels up and softly stroked her husband’s lips with her own. A wave of warmth ran in her mouth. She went in for more and pressed the tip of her tongue against his lips.

But Caspian wasn’t done punishing her. He wanted to make her beg for it.

He pulled his lips away from her, and he asked, “Tell me, wife, how badly do you want to kiss me?”