The Blackguard.

CHAPTER 7!

HENRY II P.O.V.

I jerked up from my deep slumber as if a ghost was possessing me. Sweat was running down my bare chest and forehead and I tried to recall what I had dreamed about. All I knew was that I had died. I felt every part of me was screaming in pain as I felt the sword slice right through my chest, then my heart in one swift movement. I even tasted the metallic taste in my mouth from all the blood that I spit out. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I withdrew them to find a small amount of blood on the end of my finger tips. I panicked and got out of bed only to stumble and fall flat on my face. My beautiful face kissing the tiled floor of my room that I haven't seen since I crawled on all fours. Now as I lay here, I think of all the things that could have tripped me and look over to see what it was. The dead body of a girl I f****d last night in oblivion was lying there and staring right into my soul. Her blue dead eyes are hunting me as I stare more at her and wonder what happened after I passed out last night. As far as I knew, she was still alive when I fell asleep, so there was no way that I could have done it. Unless I had one of my attacks and thought of Dominiah and had taken things too far. But I didn't care. I will have someone take care of her later. Right now I wanted something to wake me up. The way my chest hurt, I felt as though I was still trying to get my air back to my lungs.

Greedily sucking my mouth full of air and releasing it made me feel a lot better and more energized. Almost forgetting the horrible nightmare and the pain I felt. Looking around, I found my clothes scattered among the couches and hurriedly picked them up and put them on. I wanted to call my personal guard to take care of the slut, but thought better of it and picked her up and dropped her on my balcony and into the river below. I didn't give a f**k if anyone found her or not, I just wanted to get my day going and away from the nightmare. I will worry about the consequences later and see what the day has in store for me.

But all I could think about those months was about Dominiah. She had been the only one that ran away from me and the only one that seemed to know how to escape. How the hell does she? She was just a f*****g servant. Someone that was supposed to kiss the floor he walked on. And if he did want to take her to his bed, then she would be thrilled to have such a fierce lover.

Lover or demon? The inner voice in my head asked.

I shook my head and thought of her body under me at the time of the woods and couldn't stop the dirty and filthy images that came into my mind. The way she fitted into her dress and the trousers under it. The way my hand grasped her wrist and the other held her waist in the other was magical to me. I felt an evil smile grow on my face when I thought about all the things that I would do to her once my spies caught her and dragged her back there. He had only gotten a little information but enough to know where his spies should be looking. It was just a matter of time before she would be thrashing under me and I would be able to let her go until I'd had my fill. I wasn't sure if I ever would get tired of her. She was different from all the other servants. But then again, I didn't think that she was just a servant. The way she handled herself every single time that I watched or was around her, she was always on guard around me. I didn't get that at first, but now I seem to grasp at straws as I keep thinking about all the times that I was around Dominiah and the way that she acted around me and all the people in the castle. Every single detail and every scene played over in my head and every one of them told me that she wasn't just a servant or a maid to my mother. She knew more about herself than the people around her, but she came to learn. She knew everyone and everyone around her. Who was who and what they knew and did. Every single detail she knew for years as she stayed with her and gathered information about them. While they all thought she was just a dumb servant girl with a pretty face.

Something in me snapped as I thought about all the things that she could have learned over those years and all the Intel she could tell to their enemies. A part of me congratulated her on how bold she was to keep it all in herself and stay the way she did for so many years. But then the other part of me was in a rage at all the things that she could do with all the things that she had learned and wanted to kill her. Anger and rage boiled me to the breaking point that all I wanted was to hide away in my comfort room and never come out for awhile. But I wanted Dominiah with me. I wanted her to experience the things that she did to me, lose control. But I wanted to lose it on the one I had her.

So now I'm walking to my secret room with the news that my spies have brought for me and to see if any needed more encouragement like last time. Some people just needed that little push in order to get things done and I wanted them done when I had told them last time. But no, they weren't ahead and made their own plan and screwed everything up. In the process, I ended up losing some of my good men. I was ready to kill my Forman and get a new one. He was a pain in the ass like almost every day. Don't even know how he even acquired the job, since it wasn't my idea or my best friend's. I was starting to think I needed to peel his skin in order for him to do things my way and the way I had instructed.

Sighing while running my fingers through my hair, I wanted to pull out every one of my strands. Better than putting up with a bunch of useless fools all day long. Sighing heavily while walking through the hideout, I started hearing all kinds of noises. Some were high while others seemed to be muffled. Wondering to know what the f**k was going on I sped through the dark to the other side to find not only my best friend f*****g the little maid while Forman stood by stroking himself while drinking my favorite wine.

I lost it. All I saw and wanted was his blood painted on the wall. Not only was he drinking my wine and was stroking himself when he was supposed to be finding Dominiah. Henry wanted him dead a long time ago, but now this sealed it. He was going to be ripped to shreds in a few minutes.

One minute, I was relaying all the possible ways of killing Forman when another high-pitched scream echoed around the room. The maid had let out a scream of terror. She woke up from being f****d by his best friend who was not even half way finished with her. Guess she passed out before he had a chance to even get started, but guess that is what you get when you get virgins. They never last long anyhow.

Focusing back on Forman, I noticed that he was staring at me with wide eyes and knew he had f****d up. His loud gulp could be heard three feet away and he didn't even hide the fact that he was jerking off. What a f*****g moron, I thought. Killing him would be too easy if he needed him at the moment. But when the time came, he was going to kill him slowly and surely.

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Dominiah starred at Devein as he sat on her bed. She watched him look around her small enclave and she wasn't what was running through his mind. At first he said that they needed a talk and she was all on board, but now he seemed as though he was spaced out and she wasn't sure how to actually get to the main point. Clearing her throat, his eyes snapped towards her own and softened as they gazed at her.

"Come sit beside me." Devein said, patting the empty space beside him. Not that she was all for him and his touch, they had to get the ball rolling about how the conversation was going to go.

"I'll stay right here." she answered with a small smile on her lips. Devein caught on and folded his enormous biceps with a small smirk of his own.

"alright."

Dominiah fiddled with her thump for a few minutes before giving up and saying what was on her mind. " are you angry at me?"

"What?! No!" Devein answered hastily, wondering why his soul was saying things like that. "Why would you think that?"

"Then, what's wrong?" Dominiah asked, looking at him. "You have had a scowl on your face for some time now."

"Oh, that. It's nothing." Devein answered while scratching the back of his neck.

"What is it?" Dominiah asked while shifting her body closer to him. She couldn't help it, it was an automatic response to her and she felt more and more at peace the closer she closed the gap between them. She had wanted to be the one that was reserved in this situation, but when it came to him, she couldn't. It all flew away into the wind and there was no bringing it back.

"I was wondering where you would be sleeping and if my men were going to sleep close to us," Devein said all in one breath. His face instantly became red from embarrassment. Dominiah found it amusing that her big strong warrior was blushing like a little girl.

Her hands cupped both sides of his face to make him look at her. His blue eyes are the only thing that she sees. His strong jaw led the way to the most kissable lips that she couldn't help but want a taste. And so she did.

Devein's eyes grew wide as he starred at the beauty that was holding his lips hostage. Never had he felt alive as her soft lips slanted over his slowly. At first he couldn't believe it and then it ended so soon that he didn't even get a chance to savor it.

"I'm sorry." Dominiah said, looking away. She had thought he wanted the same thing, but he had not even returned her kiss, so perhaps she had underestimated his response to her. She didn't really want to look at him to confirm what she was thinking, but for the longest moment he didn't say anything, she could help but to.

He was mesmerizing her into his head as long as she was willing to let him. He had known a lot of women in the past that hated their soul's looking at them, as the males kept telling their stories around the fires and had wondered if Dominiah was going to be one of them. But when she turned back to look at him, he couldn't help but be more in love than with her. She was his breath and his shine and he was the only one that she would look at like that. He had already started to realize her body language and it pleased him more that she was willing to open little by little to him. What kind of life she must have endured that she had to be reserved about her feelings and emotions, he wasn't sure. But he was willing to wait forever for her.

Devein sat a little more and observed her before surprising Dominiah with a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Why did you stop?" Devein asked, referring to the kiss they shared a few minutes ago. Dominiah knew what he was talking about, but her mind was screaming at her to cover up with an excuse.

"Huh, what, what are you talking about?" She replied, with innocent eyes to her soul. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You dont'?" Devein asked, wrapping his muscular arms around her middle and dragging her closer and over onto his lap. "Maybe I should remind you."

His seductive voice and breath spoke volumes to her body as she felt the small circles his fingers were making around her waist. She felt his warm breath near her ear as it traveled down the base of her neck to her collarbone. His feather light kiss on her chest before traveling up her neck towards her lips. She wanted to feel them on her own and she knew he was only asking for permission. But she didn't need him to. He could take it without asking her. The wait had seemed as though it would be forever, but he had given her just enough time for a short breath before he slammed his lips onto hers.

Dominiah grasped his shoulders as support as she felt Devein kept kissing her like the end of their lifetimes. His warm tongue lidded in while caressing her own. His fingers were painfully squeezing her waist as the kiss became deeper and deeper. She didn't care. He tasted so much of home and fresh air that she wanted the moment to last forever. He was her soul and she was his.

Devein tasted Dominiah's lips as he was eating his favorite dessert, and she did. But he could't stop if he wanted to. She was his everything and all he wanted was more of her and from her. So he pushed and it was delivered when he felt Dominiah answer his kiss with her own ferociousness. She was matched for him and with him and it proved to be true when he realized that he had pinned him on her small-made resting bed. Her scent was in the air as well as the wool that he was being pinned on. He didn't complain, he let her do what she wanted as his hands slowly explored her rounds and flats. One landed on her curvy behind while the other behind her neck to pull her closer. His body had a mind of its own as he realized their legs had interlocked and she was caged in with him. He let out a small smile and flipped them over so he was on top. He left her lips and heard an intake of air as his lips traveled down her chest and lower. She tasted and smelled so good that he wanted all of her. He felt her heart beating at a fast pace and wondered if she was thinking about him the same way that he was of her. But he didn't want to ask and ruin this moment, he would wait.

His hands explored while his mouth tasted every inch of her. When he knew she needed rest, he left another small round of kisses on her front before going back to her lips. They were swollen and red and he couldn't help but attack them for the second or third time before releasing her and giving her a lot of air.

"Mine." He said, putting his forehead on hers and rolling them sideways.

"Yours." Dominiah smiled as she felt him pull her even closer. She looked up at those sapphire eyes that held so much love that she almost drowned them.

"Sleep, we will talk in the morning." Devein said, planting another quick kiss to her lips before closeting his own eyes. He felt Dominiah's gaze for awhile before he realized that she had fallen asleep. Her small warm breaths were fanning his neck as he gazed at the ceiling. He felt happier and relaxed than he had been in a long time. He had found his soul and she had wanted him just as he wanted her. She didn't reject him but rather accepted him from the start, which was how it should be. But there had been times in the past that if one soul was lost, it was almost impossible for them to accept their other soul. He had thought that, since they had been apart for so long, that she would reject him and live in solitude as most have. He had thought that she was broken so much that she would fight every chance she got. But it was the opposite. He had never felt so blessed as he did now, holding his soul closer than life. He had thought that she would be in pain and agony so much that she wouldn't even let him touch her. But it had been all wrong. She was the one that held him. She was the one that kissed him. He was in his heaven with his soul and he didn't want to ever leave.

Devein fell asleep holding Dominiah while his men found places where they could rest without disturbing their commander. All of them were tired and it seemed as though the long search for the chief's daughter was done so that they could rest.