#Chapter 21 Grounding

Elena’s POV I kiss him back as strong as I can, hoping to distract him from the scar on my leg. King Harvey enjoys the kiss, pressing into my body fully, desperately, and possessively. My knees almost buckle at his magnetism and strength. He pulls away and drops kisses down my neck, leaving me to cling to him. “Who did this?” King Harvey’s voice is suddenly deeper, and his eyes have lost all light. “Elena,” he demands lowly. “Tell me.” “...m-m-my father…” “Your father?” King Harvey now is tilting his head to the side and almost panting. His chest rises and falls so rapidly that a human would pass out from exertion. The muscle of his chest almost looks like it will break open at any second. “Yes. Tell me about yours!” Rushing to place my hands on the side of his face, I press my forehead to his despite my fears. He could chew my head off with one of his fangs. The skin-to-skin contact seems to calm him slightly. King Harvey takes careful measures to slow his breathing,