In a world where hidden dangers lurk, Her Royal Highness Princess Evangeline Amelia Delacroix, remains blissfully unaware of the imminent threats surrounding her.
Little does she know that Damien Whitmore, a calculated and enigmatic businessman, hol...
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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Evangeline stirred awake, a contented smile gracing her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night.
She turned to find herself nestled close to Damien, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of his peaceful slumber. They were cocooned under the duvet, the intimacy of their shared space enveloping them like a protective shield.
Oh heavenly gods, this man!
As she admired his serene expression, she heard his husky voice, barely above a whisper.
"You're staring," he murmured with a soft smile, his eyes still closed.
Evangeline couldn't help but lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his nose. "I'm gazing," she replied, her voice filled with affection.
In one smooth motion, Damien shifted, pulling her closer until she was nestled beneath him, their eyes locked in a tender gaze. "Careful, Princess," his voice seductive. "You might pull me back for round two."
She would very much love that!
Leaning down, he placed a lingering kiss on her collarbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Evangeline melted under his spell, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, "I might get used to this as morning routine," she joked.
Leaving one last lingering kiss on her nose, Damien reluctantly rose from the bed, clad only in his boxers, and made his way to the bathroom. Evangeline watched him go, a fond smile gracing her features as she savored the memory of their night together under the stars in the maze.
With each kiss, Damien poured his soul into the embrace, as if it were the last kiss before the world ended. He felt her body melding against his, their hearts beating in sync as he held her as if his life belonged to her.
Damien led Evangeline out of the maze and towards her room, their footsteps echoing in the night, as they saved themselves from being caught from the hundred eyes. The trailing train of her gown added a touch of drama to their hurried movements.
Entering the room, their lips met once more in a frenzy of passion - hungry and insatiable. Breaking away for a moment, Damien looked into her eyes, his voice gentle as he asked, "Are you sure about this?"
She answered with another kiss, her desire evident in every movement of her lips.
His fingers trailed along the hem of her blouse, seeking permission. As she nodded, he unclasped her bra in a swift motion and threw it on the floor, leaving her standing bare-chested and vulnerable before him. His eyes drank in the sight of her glowing skin illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window.
He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from hers. "Tell me to stop." His hands cupped her face tenderly, "Princess, I can't loose control."
