Forbidden Love

Chapter 11

James POV:

I touch my lips and a most overwhelming feeling washed upon me.

I shut my bedroom door and rest my head. The feeling felt so strongly it began to hurt.

"Whatever is the matter with you?"

My brother startled me as I turned around.

"Now is not a time I wish for you to meddle"

"What has happened?"

"I cannot stop thinking of her in an impure way. Brother, I burn for her"

"Well" He laughs

"If we do indeed make love, how will I ensure that she feels as I do?"

"Finally my brother is asking the right questions he slaps his thighs.

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I rush down for dinner and sit across from Florence's seat.

They removed the cover and presented the food. Florence still nowhere to be found.

"Where is the Princess?" I ask

"She deemed that she was not feeling well." Her mama answered

"Oh," I mumble.

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The mere second dinner was over I rush to her room. I knock and she does not answer. I peek my head in and she covers her face.

"I have already seen you"

"We should not be near one another"

"Why?"

"Do not act a fool, you know why!"

"Florence, why must you do this to me?"

"Me? I have done nothing!"

"You have done nothing? You are the very object of my desires and you have done nothing? Every moment I am away from you, I think of you. I despise you and yet I want you just a bad"

She stands up and walks past me. "That is not my fault"

I take her hand and pull her back into my gaze. "Then look at me and tell me you feel nothing."

She shakes her head and tries to look down, but I guide her chin up. "Say it"

Her lips smash mine and I roam my hands around her body. "Would you like more?"

"Mhm hmm"

I stop kissing her body and look into her eyes. "Would you like more?"

"Yes" She nods

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Florence POV:

My dress fell to the floor and he turned me around to untie me.

James kisses my neck as he removes it from my chest. Saying that I was quite nervous was an understatement.

I turn back around and he crouched down to take off my bottoms. He stands back up and I stare as he removes his top. I had never seen a man's chest before. I reach out to touch him, but he takes my wrist and brings it to his face.

He reaches down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me and lays me on the bed.

"The door" I whisper

He slides the key from my nightstand and promptly locks the door. The weight of his body comfortably hovered over me.

"Did you ever touch yourself? Like we spoke about?"