Before I Fall

Chapter Sixty-one

Morgan's eyes were heavy with sleep the entire time she took the access elevator to the third floor of the palace, when she undressed in her immense, modern room that she barely glanced around and throughout the entire warm shower she had. She caught sight of the garish finger marks on her neck but she would deal with it in the morning. There was a gorgeous, racy negligee that hung on a rack before the doors of the walk-in closet when she was done with her bath. Her dress and shoes had disappeared from the floor where she left them, so she assumed Maeve had been a busy bee. Dropping her towel on the floor and donning the skimpy garment, the princess dragged her tired, aching body to the elevated bed and used the two steps to climb on to it. The entire room reeked of Roman, even the bed. However, the second she crawled under the soft pima cotton sheets and her head hit the pillow, all thoughts of him were gone and there was just darkness.

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Morgan's eyes shot open and her breathing was hard, she was almost out of breath. Her skin was damp but began drying as the air conditioner touched her skin. Her reflection on the ceiling mirror above her also gave her a fright but none worse than reliving the trauma of her time in the dungeon. She hadn't gotten much sleep and the dark blue hue of the early morning let Morgan know that the sun was about to rise, although, it still rained heavily. A storm maybe? She didn't know or care. She was more concerned about the tall shirtless man that stood by the window smoking.

Roman's scarred, bare back was facing the bed where she laid. The wide expanse of it inviting Morgan's lips to kiss each one of his scars, to reassure him that he would no longer need to hurt himself. His hair was casual and wrapped up in a messy bun atop his head. His feet were also bare and he wore nothing but a loose fitting pair of silk pants, he was definitely the sexiest man she'd ever known.

"What are you doing in here?" Morgan asked curiously. Did he always invade the rooms of his guests like this?

"This is where I sleep, when I want to sleep." Roman answered, taking a pull from his blunt.

"Oh. I'm sorry for- I don't know why your servant would take me to your quarters..."

"I told her to."

"Why?" Morgan asked but she didn't receive an answer from him.

Morgan watched him for while, she wondered what he was thinking about and the need to be closer to him overtook her entire being. Before she could even stop herself, she was slipping out from under the warm sheets and padded over on the soft floor to Roman. Her fingers reached up to touch the scars that marred his back and she felt him go stiff under her fingertips but she didn't stop. Morgan didn't know what she was doing or why she was doing it, she just knew that it had to be done. She had to show him affection, show him how he made her feel. It was cruel, to hurt herself like this knowing that Roman was incapable of returning the same affection but she couldn't stop herself from pressing her hands to his back and gently run it over each scar. She guessed that it was the curse of being his mate.

Roman didn't move an inch as he continued watching the morning change, instead he allowed her to caress his body. Morgan took it a step further. She carefully pressed her soft lips on his back, right up to his shoulders and kissed the marks. They were healed and looked like welts on his skin but Morgan knew they felt heavy to him. Her hands snuck around his torso and she them moved up and down his defined chest and rippling abdomen muscles. He was built perfectly and he was hers. Her lips never left his back but her hands toyed with his front. She played with the nipple on his right pec as her left hand sneakily slipped beneath his waistband and down to his clean shaven, semi erect muscle.

"Morgan..." his husky voice moved through her.

"Shhh." she silenced his protest.

She grabbed his cock and began stroking his whole length until he was harder than a rock. Morgan playfully bit his shoulder when she heard him sigh in pleasure. Her pace gradually increased as his penis jerked in her palm, she pumped him harder. Morgan was glad that he couldn't resist her and she'd make him come in a few seconds, instead, he grabbed her wrist to stop her movements and pulled it out of his pants. Morgan released an annoyed sound when he pulled her around to face him. Roman intentionally blew a puff of smoke in her face and Morgan took the joint from his fingers. She also drew in the harsh contents of the herb and returned the smoke. However, instead of returning it to him, Morgan held it in her palm, whispered an incantation she learnt in training and the joint evaporated into nothingness. What made it better was the corner of Roman's lip lifting at her little act.