TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

: DISTRACT ME
FREYA'S POV:
Please relax, I tell my body. We're not in danger anymore.
I take in a couple deep breaths before I let him touch me again.
He slowly takes off my top, helping my hands out the arm holes, and unbuckling my jeans slowly.
I shiver and gasp from every slight graze of his fingers against my skin, just as my breathing grows rushed.
A mixture of anxiety and arousal messes up my thoughts and senses while warmth wells up in my groin.
Looking down at him, the focused and plain look on his face while he strips me, I can't help wondering how he's able to stay so focused in this situation.
Maybe he doesn't find my skinnier body attractive anymore...
Pain stings my heart while I bite my lip again, feeling heavy sadness settling in.
He takes off my bra and panties, easily carrying me in his arms again and lowering me into the warm water that smells like roses.
I sigh once my entire body is engulfed in the warmth, my tensed muscles fully relaxing.
"Thank you." I mutter, finally feeling myself let loose.
He simply nods without another word.
Silence follows again while he gently scrubs the dirt from my skin with a loofah, and washes my hair gently with shampoo.
He combs through it with so much care, getting all the knots out before rinsing me till the lather is all gone.
For the first time in a long time, I'm squeaky clean.
Silas places a towel on his lap, lifting me out of the tub and dropping me on said towel.
Then using another one to carefully dry me without too much pressure, as though I would shatter with just a little more force.
I moan only a bit once the towel briefly grazes my nipple, hardened from the cold air around. But then, I bite on my lip to hold the rest of my moans back down.
Yet, it's like he hasn't noticed just how wet I am down there.
He carries me out the bathroom and onto the bed again, pulling out comfy clothes that he helps me put on in seconds.
All while he does this, he doesn't even flinch one bit or reach my eyes. The sight of my naked body doing nothing to him, unlike the way I feel.
I'm fully aroused by him, and he looks so stern and stiff.
"Room service." A voice echoes behind the door, followed by two knocks.
He leaves me immediately, moving to the door. My heart drops in my chest even further, feeling more rejected.
Seconds later, he shows up again with a tray of food. "You hungry?" He asks.
My eyes widen and my gut growls almost instantly. I nod, licking my lips.
He helps me get into a much more comfortable position before setting the entire tray infront of me.
A different form of happiness only food can give me fills my chest, now looking at the fries and ketchup with chicken nuggets on the side.
When was the last time I had chicken?
Just before I take a bite, I pause, turning to Silas.
"You're not eating?"
He smiles softly, tucking a loose hair behind my ears.
"I'm good. Go on."
I shrug, wasting no more moments jumping in, taking a hand full of fries and shoving them down my throat, gobbling it all down.
I can barely taste it, but I know it's way better than what I've been eating in prison.
I choke on a piece, stopping to sip on the coke sitting by the side. Sadly, I only go half way before I'm full and fall back against the pillow resting on the headboard.
He chuckles from my reaction, taking the tray off my lap.
Again, I sense he's about to leave and panic.
I reach out and grab his hand just before he can put anymore distance between us.
I stare deeply into his silver eyes, forcing him to do the same for the first time since I gained consciousness again.
Finally, he's looking me right in the eye.
I feel my heart racing again and let go of his hand as quickly as I had grabbed onto it, looking away.
"Are you no longer attracted to me again?"
"What?"
"Are you no longer attracted to me again? You know, cause I'm skinny?" I repeat again, unable to hold back the frown.
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself too much but I'm upset by it, as stupid as it may sound.
"I don't think we should be talking about that right now, Freya." He says, sighing as he drops the tray by the bed side.
I look up, seeing his smile drop and tired eyes replace his once vibrant eyes. Dread fills up my gut.
What was I expecting actually?
Just because I realize just how much he actually means to me doesn't mean he'd feel the same way.
Yet, I had fantasized and hoped for the day I would finally meet him again.
I suddenly feel like such a fool.
"So, I guess I'm not." I say with my head hanging low.
Nice going, Freya, you signed yourself up for this.
Just before I can fully pull myself out of this conversation, his hands grip onto my shoulders, turning me to him again abruptly.
I gasp from the sudden movement, tensing up again till I meet his eyes.
Pure need and desire blaring back at me with a fiery intensity I myself could not muster in my state.
"Don't fucking ever say that. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. No matter how much your body changes, it's not going to change just how much of an attraction I have for you." He says, his voice taking a deep and raspy tone.
I can't help but hyperventilate as well with the way he's looking down on me, like he wants to devour me, and the close proximity of our faces. "Then prove it." Courage summoned from goddess- knows-where takes over me.
Worry creeps over his features again.
"I can't do that, Freya. You've been through a lot and you just started healing. The last thing you need is me being rough with you."
"Then, be gentle."
He shakes his head, turning away to pace just beside the bed.
"I can't do that, not with the way I'm craving you right now. I can't not be rough with you."
"I can take it, Silas." I assure him. "No, no. I can't do this to you; I can't hurt you more than I already have." He pleads with me. His features are contorted in pain
I can understand a bit of what he's saying, but I also need him as badly as he does.
Just him being next to him all this while, feeling his fingers on my skin... His touch distracts me from the pain, from the crazy thoughts screaming in my mind. I force myself up and jump to my feet, taking a hold of his large hands with both of mine, forcing him to pause in his steps.
He looks down at me with eyes bloodshot and tired, yet he lets me drag him to the bed without much of a resistance or fight.
"Please..." I say, looking him in the eyes again. "...I need it."
Even if it is a second of pleasure to forget the world around me.
He sighs deeply, picking me up and dropping me on his lap swiftly as his eyes flicker a bright gold.
He leans close to me, bringing his face just inches way from mine.
"Tell me when to stop." He whispers against my lips before pressing his hotly against them.
Heat pours right into me in waves of shock, igniting signals all over my body. Suddenly, I feel so hot and need my clothes off - his as well.
The tango begins, tongue against tongue, lips against lips. He nibbles my lower lip and suckles on my tongue, drawing a moan from my lips as I press my covered aching core hard against his hard member.
"Fuck..." He groans, pressing me against him tighter by my hips.
His hands moves all over my small frame, gliding and feeling every slight curve and bone of my body, till he slides up to the back of my head tugging at my hair. Memories flash into my vision again.
Suddenly, I'm being pulled by the hair by King Darius again while he laughs wickedly, covered in blood.
"Wait!" I pull away, breathing heavily, feeling my heart constrict painfully in my chest.
"Are you alright?" He asks, panicking just as hard as I am.
I take a moment to breathe while he pats on my back, cooing softly. It takes a minute for my tense body to relax again while I chant to myself 'you are safe.'
"I don't think we should be doing this, Freya." He says, backing out again.
"No, I'm fine... Just don't touch my hair." I say, forcing a smile to reassure him. He stares at me still heavily reluctant to continue. So,
I lean forward and kiss him again, pressing my body against his and suckling on his lips till I feel him relaxing beneath me again.
I pull away, taking off the top he had helped me put on, exposing my naked bra-less chest again. He stares wide eyed and aghast, licking his lips and eye fucking me.
"Remember, don't stop." I say before diving right in again.