Chapter 137 - You Cant Leave Me (1/2)

”It doesn't matter. Even if you don't want me to take care of you, I will still take care of you. Now come, let me help you change.” Ramose smirked darkly and guided Versailles to the stool in the center of the washroom.

Going back into the bedroom, he grabbed a change of clothes and froze in front of her.

'I have never changed a female's clothes before. Now, where do I start?'

For a second, Ramose didn't know where to begin. However, once he saw the similarly perplexed expression on his mate's face, his heart melted.

'Forget it! What matters isn't where I begin, but the fact that I begin. I need to take good care of Light. And besides, I have forever to master this craft.'

Getting down on his knees before her, Ramose held out his hands which she gripped with her own. He raised her to her feet and gently pulled her into his arms.

The moment he felt her soft body, his heart pounded in his chest and Ramose found it difficult to breathe. But he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, her fruity scent restoring a semblance of calm, as his hand fell on her shoulder and he gently removed the black robe.

Her body shivered in his arms, arousing his barely calm heart. He breathed in her sweet fragrance again, reining in his desire to bury his head in her lustrous fire-kissed hair. After removing the first layer of her black robe, he closed his eyes and continued removing the rest.

Her inner robes felt soft, making him think of her snow-white skin. When the last piece of cloth fell to the ground, his hand came into contact with her smooth and delicate skin. His breath hitched and with a deep groan, he buried his head in her neck.

Versailles was trembling from the intimate action. Before today, she had never experienced such a brain-numbing shyness and pleasure. Even though he was only removing her clothes, she felt as if she was floating. The intense pleasure made her body weak and her light-headed.

”Ramose...” She gasped breathlessly.

Her hoarse voice made his body go rigid, and Ramose felt as if he was on fire. The heat in his body gathered at a certain region making him stifled and uncomfortable. But he ignored his intense physical reaction and concentrated on calming his pounding heart.

”Ramose...?” Versailles asked with a little more strength this time.

”Shhhh...just give me a moment.” Ramose tightened his arms around her as he inwardly cursed himself for almost losing control. The feeling of his mate in his arms was sweet torture that made him tremble in pleasure.

However, he could not allow himself to lose control. Especially not at this moment when she was still recovering. Regaining his clarity, Ramose slowly loosened his iron grip. The moment he separated from her, a gnawing and aching loss filled his heart, making him want to pull her back in his embrace.

He shook his head and blindly searched for the clothing he set aside for her to change into. With his eyes still closed, Ramose carefully helped his mate change into her new robes. He only opened his eyes when he was certain that she was fully dressed.

”Light, you are beautiful...” His dark eyes shined brightly as he looked at her from head to toe. Dressed in a white robe with light pink undergarments, combined with the faint red hue given off by the red walls, his mate's radiance was so breathtaking that he felt his heart stop.

Ramose felt as if he was dreaming and the female standing before him was an immortal from the Realm of Legends.

”Shall we?” Stepping forward, he offered her his hand with a faint smile.

Versailles grabbed Ramose's hand and he gently guided her out of the washroom. Just when she thought that he would lead her to the bed to rest, he brought her before a huge mirror that covered an entire wall.

”This is...?” A frown appeared on Versailles's forehead as she looked at her full-size image in the mirror.

”You haven't had your hair done for almost two days, right? Today, I will do your hair for you.” He proudly declared.

”You will do it? That's not exactly necessary. Now that I am sitting before the mirror, I can get it done myself.”

”Am I not here? Why will you do it yourself? You should just relax and concentrate on getting better. Leave everything else to me.” Without waiting for her to say anything else, he pushed her forward and forced her on the stone stool.

With a wide grin, Ramose grabbed the new comb he commissioned for her and gathered her silky tresses in his hands. The red-golden strands slid through his fingers, their smooth and soft texture rising an itch in his heart.

He loved her red-gold curls and was more than happy to untangle them. In the various nightmares he had of her, her flame hair was one of the most beautiful attributes that he instinctively searched for.

In slow, gentle, and meticulous strokes, he untangled every strand and knot. Not satisfied, he placed the comb on the table before the mirror and gathered the sleek red-gold mane on her right temple to the back.

His warm hands and the gentle tug on her head lulled Versailles into a comfortable slumber.

A while later, Versailles's red-gold waist-length hair was braided on both sides with the ends coming together into a larger braid at the back. The rest of her hair flowed freely on her shoulders and back, the smooth and untangled strands shinning under the silver-purple glow of the room.

Ramose noiselessly picked up his unconscious mate and carried her to the wide bed. Gentle and cautious, he laid her down and covered her. As his sight fell on her peaceful face, his face softened and a tender look filled his eyes.

Without hesitation, he climbed on the other side of the bed and dragged her into his arms.

”Sigh, in the entire Nar realm, there is no place like your side.” Content and at peace, Ramose closed his eyes with a faint smile on his lips.

The next ice morning, Versailles woke up in the arms of her mate and felt a burning glare on her face.