She is the Princess, and he's her guard. A lust that's forbidden.
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Princess Celeste Lawerence is a snotty, rebellious, and vain temptress. At least, that's what the kingdom of Alvera says she is. Landing every one of her personal guards in exile or...
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Celeste Lawrence
The longer I stared at the sauve grin melting the icy parts of my body to slush, the more I realized the mess I had just gotten myself into. And this time there was no one to blame but myself, no demon possessed me and made my mouth move I had done that all on my own.
Nerves nipped at my beating heart, fluttering in tandem with arousal I had never experienced before.
The way his gray eyes darkened to smoldering charcoal when he looked at me left my mouth dry. A hunger so fierce in that look I had to break my own faltering gaze away before I was reduced to a puddle. I translated my jittery nerves into the only emotion I had figured out when dealing with this man: annoyance.
I glared towards the bed and wrapped my arms around myself, twisting my foot into the hardwood floor. I was so keenly aware of how exposed I was in front of him.
His gaze felt like hands stroking across my skin. I hated how my face heated as if it was the surface of the sun. Why was I cursed with a body so betraying?
I walked over to the mattress and leaned over it to start peeling back the covers. I grabbed one of the pillows and made a point of propping it up in the center of the bed. From behind me, Gray's deep laughter filled the small room.
I shot a pointed glare over my shoulder, "What's funny? If I feel you during my sleep, I'll throw up."
He blew out the candles around the room, leaving the space even more dimly lit, with two left flickering on the nightstands by me.
"Throw up? You're dramatic. If you feel me at all tonight, I can guarantee you, Celeste, that you will not be doing that." That smirk was so taunting, so amused with the suggestion of his words. I hated that I was some spectacle for him. This was a bad, very stupid move. I thought and hardened my glare further, doing my best not to look into his eyes when I moved into the bed. The sheets glide over my sensitive skin. The coolness spread shivers up my back.
I made sure I faced away from his side when I planted my head into the pillow and looked out at the balcony in front of me, trying desperately to focus on anything else besides the way the bed dipped from his weight lying down next to me.
The pillow was proving to be futile. His body was warm, and his size made the bed feel crowded in a way that clogged my senses of only him.
"Celeste." His voice was a drawled whisper coated in lust. I felt the pillow move from between us, and when I turned around to look, he moved it back behind him.
"I want to ask you something."
Despite my brain telling me to stay where I faced, my body was practically vibrating to turn to him. So I did, with a pinched look hiding my attraction, I faced him.
The second our gazes were only twenty inches from each other, my breathing felt labored. My chest swarmed with heat that drew a taut line from my chest to between my legs. Pulling and pulling tighter, begging for him to pluck at it.
