Married to The Ice King: Pampered Princess' Survival Guide-Chapter 178: Warning (Ahem a bit details) : She Is Not Ready

Daisy pulled back, wiping her tears, and smiled softly. "Let me officially introduce myself... My name is Daisy Sinclair, and I am your wife."

Theo returned the smile, warmth in his eyes. "Theo Kingsley, your husband..." He reached for her hand and held it gently. "I don’t know exactly how we met... but I’m sure I’m not the type to marry someone carelessly."

Daisy furrowed her brows. "He didn’t marry me carelessly... slightly manipulated, and, yup, full of schemes..." She smirked, and Theo chuckled.

"I mean... I’m always full of excuses. He must’ve fallen in love with you at first sight, too..." His hand instinctively brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Ah! See! So it’s Elias code again!" she exclaimed, pointing at him.

"Elias again?" Theo blinked in confusion. "Is my current me that bad you’re comparing me to another man?"

"I mean... you’re finally showing your sweet side after all we’ve been through, but this Elias... he’s always the flirty type..." Daisy trailed off, her mind flicking back to all of Theo’s words before.

"Ah..." She suddenly cupped Theo’s cheeks, her eyes soft but playful. "I understand... this is the real side of him that he locked inside Elias..."

Theo froze for a moment, cheeks warming at her touch. He blinked, caught somewhere between embarrassment and something warmer. "Locked... inside Elias?" he repeated quietly, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Daisy nodded slowly, smirking just a little. "Yes... and now, I finally get to see the real you."

Theo’s lips twitched into a shy smile. "I... I hope you like this version better... because you promised me something last night..." He leaned closer and left a gentle peck on her lips.

Taken aback, Daisy instantly covered her mouth. "What was that just now?" she mumbled under her palms. "Nineteen-year-old Theo has this ability to flirt with a girl... a dangerous little monster."

"I only flirt with my wife... and don’t change the topic," Theo said softly, eyes glinting mischievously.

"Wha—what did I promise you?" She stuttered because she now sure remembered all what the hell she promised him last night.

Theo’s grin widened, leaning just a little closer. "You promised... advantage of me."

Daisy’s eyes went wide, her cheeks burning hot. "Wha—what? That’s... I’m saying nonsense! I was drunk!" she laughed awkwardly, "And more than anything, you are just nine—"

The word couldn’t even finish when Theo devoured her lips. He held onto her waist and put her up onto the bed.

He didn’t let go of her lips like he had been holding for long, letting the warmth of the moment sink in. Daisy’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, her earlier protests drowned by the fluttering in her chest.

Theo’s hands stayed gentle on her sides, careful not to rush anything. His eyes flicked down for a brief moment, meeting hers between soft kisses, and he whispered against her lips, "I... I really couldn’t stop this time."

He hesitated for a heartbeat, then continued, his voice low and tense with memory. "I... I held myself through the night when you... when you took off your clothes last night." He gulped, the weight of the memory pressing on him. "That’s why... the shirt... I made sure you wore it. How could you torture me like that?"

Daisy’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as she clung to him, her mind a whirl of embarrassment, trust, and the strange, dizzying comfort of being completely in his arms.

Theo’s chest heaved faster as he kissed her again, this time letting his lips wander from hers down to her jaw, tracing her neck before pausing at the collar of her shirt. His hand slipped gently under the fabric, the warmth making her flinch.

"A—" she started, but her words were cut off as Theo paused, his expression softening. "Shh... I won’t go too far," he murmured, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. "I just... want to feel you close, only a little longer."

Daisy’s eyes widened when he suddenly slipped under her shirt and, "Theo! A—ah!"

Daisy’s body tensed, every nerve screaming as Theo’s lips and head explored boldly, teasing her with precision. She gasped, fingers holding onto his head, trying to push him away but he held her gently but firm, making it impossible to escape.

"Ah—Theo! Stop... please..." Her words came out shaky, breathless, barely audible over the gasps and moans that escaped her lips.

He smirked against her skin, ignoring her weak protests. "Just... a moment..." His mouth sucked in her nipple while his hand trailed down under her, trying to sneak a finger inside.

But the moment it lingered near her, Daisy’s eyes widened and she gaped, her body stiffening before shouting, "No! STOP! No!"

Theo, startled by the sudden shout, froze for a second. His hands paused, and he pulled back, eyes wide with genuine surprise. "Oh... I—I’m sorry!" he stammered, still flush with eagerness. "Did I... hurt you? I didn’t mean to... I just..." His voice trailed off, his 19-year-old excitement making him too eager to stop, too oblivious to the weight of her concern.

Her lips were shaking and she suddenly shook her head, "We can’t...we can’t..."

Theo blinked, his eagerness faltering as he finally noticed the fear in her eyes. He leaned back slightly, giving her space, his hands hovering nervously in the air. "Okay... okay, we won’t... I..." He swallowed hard, trying to steady his racing heart. "I just... I got carried away. I didn’t think..."

Daisy’s hands trembled as she clutched the blanket closer to her chest. "I... I can’t... not yet," she whispered, her voice almost breaking. Her pale face looked up at him, and for the first time that morning, Theo felt like he really needed to know everything that had been happening to them all through time.

He nodded slowly, keeping his hands to himself. "Okay... I understand," he murmured, his voice gentle. "We’ll go at your pace... I just want to be here for you. I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your permission, and I promise I won’t ever rush you again."

He lay down beside her and gently pulled her shirt back into place. Taking the blanket, he draped it over her, then whispered, "Can I hug you?"

She looked at him and nodded weakly, slowly moving closer until she was nestled in his arms. "I’m sorry..."

"No...I’m sorry..."