The King's Prey (Unedited Edition)

Chapter 29 : War of Trust

Frisson • [fri-sn]
A shiver of pleasure.

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I slowly wake to the gentle tracing of someone's fingers against my arm and shoulder, and for a moment I'm confused as to where I am. The room is still utterly dark thanks to the curtains; but slits of light peek out of the bottoms of the black pieces of cloth, spilling only over the wooden floors.

My eyes crack open more as I gain my sense of awareness. The grey sheets that cover me up to my breasts feel light and delicate against my skin. I continue to face the curtains—face the edge of the bed. When the fingers move to my neck and back, causing me to arch, is when I groan at the person who's trying to toy with me.

After alerting them of my consciousness, they place a gentle kiss against my spine and then trail them up to my shoulder—reminding me of my nakedness. I pull the sheets over my arm and shoulder to keep them from waking me further—still, unfortunately, feeling the aftermath of the aching sensations from last night. But then their arm slithers around me from under the covers and pulls me against their warm chest.

As if it's instinct, I go to rip it off, but the second my nails dig into the person's arm, they deeply say against my ear, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Samuel.

I tense and shiver all at once, unable to comprehend what we had done last night as it slowly hits me. "You woke me up," I mumble grumpily. Samuel's face moves to the crook of my neck and places a kiss against one of my sore spots. I whimper quietly as the sensation lights up the rest of my body, making me realize how much everything hurts.

My hand shoots up to his hair, combing my fingers through it as I turn to finally look at him over my shoulder. In the dark, his features are still vague but I'm able to make out every bit of handsomeness in his face.

"Good morning to you, too," he finally playfully replies to my complaint, placing a lingering kiss against my lips. I return it, feeling his hand brush up my stomach and trace the underside of my breast.

A small moan escapes from my lips despite how much I urge it to stay in my throat. Samuel hears it though, now cupping my breast and playing with it. So I turn and face him, ripping his hand away from the nipple. "I don't like being woken up," I murmur, inches away from his lips. "I'm still recovering from an injury after all. I need my rest."

He smirks. "Barely," he breathes, wrapping his arms back around me and pulling me closer. "If you're able to walk on your own then I would call that healed."

"I beg to differ. My leg is still very sore," I say, wrapping my own arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

One of his eyebrows raises in curiosity. "How about the rest of you?" he inquires.

I return a perplexed stare. "It's none of your business," I scoff.

"It is my business considering I was the one who fucked you last night, Anastasia." Samuel flips us over, now with him on top of me as he hovers above my face. Mercifully, he's still in his boxers—but me...I'm completely exposed underneath him.

I sharply inhale, unsure of how to respond to his words. His eyes pierce through mine, but compared to last night, they're now back to their original icy color. "I'm fine," I lie.

"Oh really?" he murmurs against my lips. One of his arms props itself up next to my head so he doesn't crush me while his other hand roams my body. "Nothing at all?" I shake my head, knowing damn well I'm wrong. His thumb makes a line down my stomach as I inhale shakily. Then it reaches my inner thigh. "How about here?" he says and squeezes.