How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart carried a weary Morwenna back to their room, where a steaming bath awaited her. The dirty blood that marred her skin had no right to be there, he thought, as he prepared the bath for her cleansing.

Exhausted and flushed, Morwenna couldn't bear to meet Stuart's gaze. She was only now starting to grasp what it truly meant to be husband and wife, realizing that their drunken escapade before hadn't led to anything significant.

As Stuart watched Morwenna, his longing for her grew. He lifted her from the bathtub, embracing her once more, their passion reigniting in the bathroom, then moving to the sofa, and finally, the bed.

Morwenna had never known such stamina could exist, from twilight until dawn, and from dawn until dusk. Whatever potion Adelaide had given Stuart must have been powerful indeed. Morwenna felt as though she were adrift at sea, her body swaying with the waves.

Her usually strong resolve broke, her sobs and tears mixing with the exhaustion. Finally, Stuart ceased, holding her tightly, allowing her to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep with tears still on her cheeks.

As Morwenna slept, Stuart's thoughts darkened with thoughts of retribution against Adelaide for crossing a line with him. Despite his typically cold demeanor, he softened as he felt Morwenna stir uneasily in her sleep, his gaze tender and protective.

Waking up, Morwenna felt as though she'd been hit by a truck, every part of her aching. It took her a moment to remember where she was, the events of the night slowly coming back to her as she realized she was naked in Stuart's arms.

Her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded with Stuart, "Stuart, please, don't tease me anymore~~~"

Stuart, content and satisfied, reassured her gently, "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Frustrated and on the verge of tears, Morwenna protested, "Then give me some space! How is this not touching?"

Stuart couldn't help but find her

adoraven as she threatened to

cry at

teasing. "Alright, no

teasing. Let's get you something to eat," he said as he got out of bed.

Morwenna quickly closed her eyes, waiting until she heard him dressing before daring to peek. Stuart, now in pants, showed a strong back and waist that made her unknowingly swallow hard. She quickly covered her head with the blanket, her face burning with embarrassment.

"What kind of story is this even turning into?" she thought, her mind racing.

From above, Stuart's voice came, "Princess, are you dressing yourself, or do you need help?"Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"I can dress myself!" Morwenna replied stiffly.

"I'll be downstairs then."

"Just go, please just go..."

She couldn't wait for him to leave. Once she heard the door close behind him, Morwenna emerged from the blankets. Shaky and sore she made her way to the bathroom. The mirror reflected her bitten and bruised thighs, causing her to blush and curse under her breath, "Beast!"