All Chapters of Amelia and the Dark Fae: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

For one week, Amelia had been asking to see him, but he was refusing. She was beyond angry and at the end of it, she was more than determined that she wanted to go back to her world. She wanted to meet her father. This was not her place. He was least bothered and in her heart she came to understand how selfish he was. Now that his purpose was served, he no longer wanted to see her. After Zaila told her fifth time that he had denied her audience, she had stopped asking him. If he didn’t meet her, she would just write a note to him that was leaving. Her life had come to a standstil

Amelia stared at Xikoth with disbelieving eyes. “You are an immortal! How can you die?” “It’s complicated,” he said with a sigh. One way

Everyone at the table stared at Amelia. Xikoth’s fingers curled and his nails dug into his palms due to his inability to stand up and help her. He gave a side-glance to the servant who immediately filled her glass with water. 

The guards opened the heady door for her. As Amelia walked inside, she gaped. The Queen’s chamber was beyond imagination. The walls were an ivory white with tints of blue sapphire sprinkled sparsely. The whole ambience was a mixture of blue and gold. She had only read about such rooms in her history books, but this—this was something that left her speechless. The wall-to-wall royal blue carpet had intricate patterns of two dark faes with swords standing against each other as though protecting as sentinels on the ground. In the center of the room hung a gauzy curtain through

Amelia looked at the queen first and bowed to her. Yesterday night’s events unfolded in front of her eyes and a blush came upon her cheeks. Her gaze turned towards Xikoth, whose yellow irises were shining brilliantly, almost to a golden yellow. And her blush became deeper. He was dressed in his royal clothes – a crème drape that was tied around his waist and the long train that hung from his shoulder, neatly pinned in pleats. He was looking way too attentive. 

Embarrassed, Amelia removed her hand from his grasp and closed her fists. She wasn’t ready for him to hold her hands—still. Xikoth understood and let her go. 

Amelia was received by Javri who had walked up to her. Other than Zaila, rest of the handmaidens weren’t allowed to step in. The door closed behind her. Javri held her hand and squeezed it. 

Nyka visited the human realm where she had summoned Lyrie. Lyrie was now alone in the house where her husband stayed once with her. She missed his presence. Over the past few years when Amelia’s real mother had died, she had come in as Ivanov’s second wife. Earlier she didn’t like him as she was forced to be his wife by none other than Nyka who in turn was given this task by Xikoth. However, over the years she had grown to like him. She hated his daughter from the core of her heart. But Ivanov was fine. He had stuck with her. And now she felt lonely. She would often g

Amelia was left trembling under Xikoth’s ministrations. She had grown so lusty for this man that she didn’t know if she could wait any longer. She looked at him under her eyelashes and bit her lip. She was feeling so naked under his stare that she wrapped her arms around her breasts again. Xikoth opened the armoire and took out a dress for her. He didn’t make her wear it instead he removed his own drape and covered her with that while he became absolutely naked in front of her. She became scarlet red. Xikoth held her shoulders and led her out. He whispered, “I w

“Watch me!” Xikoth demanded and Amelia cracked open her eyes. They were so full of desire and sensuality that he wanted to get inside her. But he wasn’t done. Lust coursed through his veins like an urgent need. His shaft grew longer and thicker and the scent of her arousal made things worse. “You desire me Ilaria,” he said in between licking her and her face flushed. His gaze went to her breasts and he left her clit to crawl up. His erection pressed hard against her. Her breath hitched.