My Dark Knight

Chapter 36

Tristan shut his study door harder than he intended.

"Sit." Tristan ordered as he placed Sapphire on one of the plush chairs which covered his study. Making his way over to the cabinet, he took out a bottle of brandy, pouring it in a glass.
A thousand different thoughts ran rampant in his mind, the letter burning a hole on his desk. He looked down at his hands to see them trembling slightly, his breathing uneven. He felt like coating his hands in blood as well as licking her in a room until he was certain it was safe. The upside was she was alright.
His agitation was due to that bloody letter. Poor Robert, he needed to make sure his solar was alright. He was afraid the lad may have soiled himself, the lad had been petrified. He hoped that was not the case, but knowing Robert, it most likely was.

"I thought you did not drink." Sapphire said, testing the waters.

"I don't, this is for your wound." Tristan said, his words spoken through gritted teeth.

Sapphire watched his every move. The way he he placed the brandy away before lifting the glass and placing it beside her. The tightness around his eyes, the strain of his jaw. The whiteness to his knuckles. He seemed relatively calmer than he was earlier, his body no longer giving off waves of death. He was a walking contradiction.

Tristan left his study to fetch warm water and towels, all the while a scowl occupied his handsome face. Returning to his study, he placed everything besides Sapphire. Taking out his dagger, he cut away the sleeve of her injured arm. The blood had the material sticking to her arm, he clenched his jaw shut, his eyes smoldering in anger. He prayed she didn't need stitches. He was glad it was not her sword arm, but she lost too much blood. He was going to murder Robert.

Sapphire winced slightly as the sleeve of her arm was gently pulled away by Tristan. She watched as his jaw grew taunt, his silver eyes dancing with anger. She couldn't comprehend why he was so angry, surely he was over reacting? Robert hadn't meant it, a fact Tristan knew.

"Why are am you so angry. It was an accident." Sapphire whispered, unable to speak any louder due to the brandy being poured in her wound, the burning sensation was not pleasant. She bit down her lip to stop any noise. She didn't need Tristan worried unnecessarily.

"You will not be needing stitches, however, you may not be able to use this arm for a weeks time. If you do so, I will need to stitch it." Tristan said, avoiding her question as well as her gaze.

Sapphire sent him a glare.

"My lord husband?" Sapphire prompted with a raise of a perfect brow.
Two could play.
The nerve of the man! By all means, he could be angry, so long he had a bloody reason! And at the moment, Sapphire didn't think he had a bloody reason at all.

Tristan stared at Sapphire. She was looking at him expectantly, waiting.
He glared. What was he supposed to say? Although, she looked breathtaking in anger, her eyes dancing with a unique fire.

Tristan pulled her towards him until they were a breath apart, not able to tolerate the distance any longer. She drove him insane.

"You shan't be able to distract me." Sapphire said, her breathless voice betraying her.

Tristan stared at her impassively, his eyes glowing in triumph, before crushing her against him, being extra careful with her arm, and seizing her lips with his own. Her surprised gasp was all he needed to join them as one.
Sapphires arms tried to grab hold of his, to no avail. He held her arms prisoner, making her immobile. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest, she was sure he could hear it. This man never ceased to control her, her body, as well as her heart, were his to do as he pleased, as a serpent was to a flute, a moth to a flame.
Sapphire pressed herself against him, knowing it was a lost battle, for now. She craved his touch, but the brute not only wouldn't let her touch him, he wouldn't touch her either!
The kiss was different from his other caresses, but welcomed nonetheless.

His tongue explored her mouth with a brutality and harshness he did not expect, much less comprehend. He poured his anger, worry and frustration into that one kiss, willing her to see what he did. As abruptly as the kiss had began, Tristan pulled back, ending it, his breathing ragged.