𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅

chapter seventy-one

Emriana 

I couldn't stop laughing as Zeke threw me on the bed. I rolled over to my back to face him, pulling myself up with my elbows.

"Stop laughing, princess," he whined as he pulled my shoes off, and I shook my head.

"Can't believe you ran into the wall!" I cried out, tears rolling down my cheek as he crawled on the bed over to me. He pouted.

"It hurt. You shouldn't be laughing," he whined again, and I stuck out my bottom lip as I looked at him in pity.

"Do you need me to kiss it to make it better?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, please do," he said, crawling over me until our lips connected with each other. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, taking his time and exploring my every secret. His large hands glided along my body, squeezing, cupping my every curve.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Emriana," he whispered into my mouth, and I smiled against his lips, pulling his neck lower so he was flush against me.

He brushed my hair out of my face, gripping it tightly as he pushed my head to lay on the pillow. My fingers dug themselves into his soft black hair, loving how I could grip them now that they were longer. He groaned, and I parted my lips to let his tongue dance with mine.

My fingers glided down to the nape of his neck, sliding over the muscles on his back, loving the way they felt against my skin. One of his hands left my hair and slid down my back, fumbling with the laces of my dress. I raised my back from the bed to help him, my lips never leaving his as I gripped his broad shoulders.

My tongue fought against his own, battling for dominance. I chuckled as he caught my tongue between his sharp teeth, immobilizing my movement. He smiled against my lips, and my fingers reached under his armpit, and he flinched as I tickled him.

"You cheated," he laughed, caressing the side of my face, and I rolled my eyes.

"You cheated first, your Highness," I teased him, and he raised a brow with amusement.

"Oh, I see, princess. If that's how you want to play,"

I yelped as he flipped us around, so I was on top of him, straddling his waist. His fingers gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head in a swift movement. His eyes traveled down my body, slowly taking in every ounce of me like he was slowly drinking me in. His gaze was heavy, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe properly. I blushed, covering my face with my hands.

"Don't look at me like that," he smiled, his hands gripping either side of my waist, drawing soothing circles along my hip bones.

"Like what?" He said, pushing himself off the bed to catch my lips between his own, and I closed my eyes for a second before peering into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Like you...I don't know....like me a lot more than you should," I said, whispering into his lips, and his hand slid up my body to grip my chin, inching my face closer to his gorgeous face.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I do like you a lot more than I should," he said, his eyes so serious it overwhelmed me. My hands were pressed against his chest for support as he stared into my eyes, teasing my soul and making him doubt everything.

"Maybe I do too, but you're the villain in the story," he smiled, his hold tightening on my chin. "Isn't the princess supposed to end up with prince charming?"

He chuckled, his hot breath tickling my face, making everything inside me hot and tingly.

"Maybe," he teased, nuzzling his nose against my own. "But maybe the villain isn't supposed to love the princess either,"