Closing my eyes, I put my head over his shoulder. Bewildered, He didn’t know how to react, not expecting me to pour my heart out to him.
Syncing my heartbeats with his, His protective arms embraced me, kissing my forehead.
“Shh.. Don’t cry.” He whispered, breathing heavily in my ears which made me quiver a little.
Closing my eyes, I rested my whole being on him, thirsting to reside there and relax. With or without my consent so I confessed.
"I am ineffably frightened of you, Prince…" I whispered desperately.
Clutching onto him as my last support from the abhorrence I have faced till now. Impotent to disregard the fact, I chose him.
Enclosed in his arms, wallowing in the insurance his arms radiated, I shut my eyes, shaking badly.
"If you are frightened then why does your soul seek my refuge?" He asked softly, running his hand in my hair.
"Please… stop." My quivering lips begged him, controlling the tears which threatened to fall.
Curling his lips in a heartless smile, he picked me up, speaking while staring intently, "That's beyond my capabilities now."
Unwaveringly, I laid into his exquisite eyes, panting, holding his collar as he took me away.
“Why..?” I asked, not removing my eyes from his.
“Why can’t you stop what’s happening between us?” I asked again but only received silence as an answer.
He placed me in the car, turning his face to Garry, “Don’t let anyone know what happened, I am taking Cinzel to the farmhouse with me.” He ordered. Garry nodded and left.
“Prince-”
I tried to persuade him for an answer but he responded in a candid tone, “Because I desire it, Cinzel… badly.”
My heart accelerated when he emphasized on badly. The silence conveyed what he was trying to deliver and it did nothing but to amplify my misery.
Yet I couldn’t tell him- Somewhere, undesirably, I desire it too.
We reached the farmhouse and I was about to leave for my room but he held my hand and took me to his- our room.
My heart raced against my chest by his warmth, looking at him. “What exactly happened?” He asked as I told him about that De Villiers guy.
He listened and hummed, “So he sent De Villiers? I guess what I wanted to avoid came. You have to claim your position but don’t worry I am here with you.” He assured me, taking my both hands in his.
I nodded slowly, asking innocently, “Do I have to kill someone?”
He chuckled, “No, I will do all the dirty work in your stead, okay? You just live like a queen.” He smiled, giving my hands an assuring squeeze.
“Thank you.” I whispered.
Our eyes mixed up for a longer time I could perceive, not wanting to part away, unintentionally leaning close enough to feel the heat building between us.
Trembling slightly when his eyes slowly scanned my face, chanting the spell which turned me oblivious of everything, entering my heart with magic.
When his eyes stopped at my lips, I couldn’t notice but to see him swallowing his lust. Dangerously close to my lips, still he didn’t proceed further.
“Does it scare you?” He asked, voice slumped in fear and desperation of hearing ‘yes’
Curling my lips upward, I replied honestly, “No”
Gulping, his breath picked pace, holding my neck with one hand and caressing the side of my face with the other.
“This?” He asked again, moving his fingers tenderly on the side of my face.
“No.” I whispered, smiling feebly, immobilized before the temptation tensing my body.
His fingers then trailed down painfully slowly, embedding the sensation of his pleasurable touch.
Eliciting shivers from my spine, pressing his lower body over mine, his lips brushing over my ears, breathless, hopeless, seductive.
“This?”
Chuckling, I held his coat, replying again, “No.”
He passed me a genuine smile, whispering and leaving goosebumps over my skin.
“Thank you.”
At this very moment, I began to desire him, Urging to break morales, the walls I built for myself, for once giving into my lust.
But, before I could react to the senseless calls of my heart, he pulled away and left.
Leaving me as a shaking mess of needs. My lips wanted to plead him to come back but he vanished like sand between fingers.
I stood for a while and emit a long sigh of disappointment, holding my forehead, why would I even be submerged in longings?
He just left as if nothing happened, breaking the unbreakable tension. Groaning, I decided to rest.
There was nothing to wear so I took out Prince’s shirt and shorts and went to take a shower to relax my mind and wash out the constraint building in my body.
Turning on the shower, I took off my shirt but then Prince literally came inside the bathroom only in his white shirt and trouser, grabbing my arm, pushing me as we both were under the shower, pinned against the wall.
My breath was hastened by his intense action as the water dripping down from his sharp features to his chest ignited the fire fiercely in my body.
Pressing his body over mine, he secured my hands with his one and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Please tell me you are not afraid.” He said desperately, emanating the hankering collecting the distance between my body and his.
“Because I want you. My very soul does and I swear I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to be scared… That’s why...Can…”
Pausing, his in-depth eyes made contact with mine, the shower magnified the rush of adrenaline, synchronizing my breaths with his.
“Cinzel.. C-Can.. I..”
Sounding nervous, he forced himself to complete the sentence, “Can I claim y-you as mine?”
He finally spoke what he wanted, deepening the itches as I don’t know what took over me as I gave him every authority to do.
“Yes…”
The moment I whimpered the answer, he captured my lips in his professional ones.
Moving upon mine in a passionate rhythm as some invisible strings pulled us closer, wrapping my hand around his neck, I kissed him back, moving my lips according to the impulses growing wild, turning a sensitive kiss into a feral one.
He deepened the kiss, pulling my hair as I moaned at his action, arching my back a little to show the euphoria rushing in my veins.
Closing my eyes, I focused fully on the kiss, of the zeal he reflected after growling and pulling away to gain some oxygen.
“Please Prince.” I requested, dying to get closer as much as I could.
Who knows when this moment will come again where I won’t fear him.
“Please what?” He growled, attaching his lips on my neck, sinking his teeth, sucking on my sweet spot.
“Prince…”
Mewling his name, I pulled his hair, indulging in the immersive moment of beguile entirely in terror of losing it.
“Please don’t stop.”