Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 34. ~ Not You... But Your Body~

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Dhara’s entire body went still, her breath caught painfully in her throat the moment Samar’s words landed.

"For the first time in my life, I’ve trusted someone blindly..."

That one line echoed in her head like a curse and a blessing, all at once.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but no air seemed to reach her lungs. It was as if the lavish royal chamber—the place where she had dreamed of feeling safe in his arms—was suddenly collapsing in on her.

The walls felt too close, the ceiling too low. Her heart pounded so wildly she thought it might break right through her ribs.

She couldn’t breathe.

Samar hovered above her, still—watching. His sharp eyes, dark and unreadable, scanned her face. A moment ago, her body had melted under his touch.

But now she lay there, unmoving, caught in something deeper than fear. A silent war was unfolding inside her.

He noticed the change.

The way her fingers curled into the sheets, the way her lips trembled. Her eyes—usually soft and obedient—were wide open, glistening with something he hadn’t expected: terror.

And not the kind born of him or his actions, but something older… something hidden.

“Dhara…” he said slowly, his voice dropping, less intense now. There was confusion flickering behind his eyes. She could feel it.

But she couldn’t meet his gaze. Her throat tightened. She blinked back the tears threatening to spill.

He didn’t understand.

He couldn’t.

How could she tell him that the weight of his trust was heavier than any punishment she’d ever faced?

That it wasn’t his touch she feared—but the idea that one day, when he learned the whole truth… the very trust he gave her tonight would become the blade that destroyed them both.

She had longed for this moment—his closeness, his vulnerability. But now that she had it, she realized the cost.

And she didn’t know if she could pay it.

Samar’s body pressed against hers, his hard length pushing through her clothes, sending a sharp, unfamiliar jolt through Dhara.

She let out a shaky gasp, her heart racing as if his touch was pulling her out of her swirling thoughts on purpose.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, intense and unreadable, making her feel both trapped and drawn in.

“How long are you going to keep doing this to me, Dhara?” he said, his voice low and rough, almost like a growl.

“You don’t get it, do you? My whole body feels like it’s on fire, and nothing can cool it down. Only you can fix this.” With a deep groan, he leaned in closer, pressing himself harder against her, his hips pinning her to the bed.

“How long will you keep setting me on fire like this, Dhara?” he growled, his voice a low, gravelly caress that vibrated through her core.

“You can’t possibly understand what you’re doing to me. My body is burning, consumed from within, and no amount of cold can douse this fire. Only you can tame it.” His words were a sultry confession, each syllable dripping with a desperate, primal need.

With a hoarse groan, he pressed himself harder against her, his hips grinding into hers with a slow, deliberate intensity.

The weight of his desire was overwhelming, a silent vow that he could claim her right there, with a hunger that threatened to consume them both without mercy.