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Elias kept his lips to mine, ever so gently sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned, arching my back as his fingers dug into my skin.
It felt so... good.
He kept himself pressed to me, and I didn't remember how close he was... not until all I could focus on was how he was pressed to me.
But his hand slid up my back, making its way to my shoulder before he pulled my sleeve down my arm, following with the other.
He pulled his mouth from mine, making my breath shake as he guided my head to his shoulder.
I stared down at his hands as he pushed the top of my dress down, and I didn't stop him when the bud from my breast peeked out, followed by the other.
Had he ever seen this before?
Elias just pushed until both of my breasts were uncovered and then I hid my face in his shoulder, a little too shy to watch him.
No one had ever seen them... not even my maids. I dressed myself.
I felt his hand lightly squeeze one, and then his thumb brush over a bud.
I squeaked a little, burying my face more into his shoulder.
He just gazed down at me—I could feel it—and I felt his hand move away and brush down my hair. "What's wrong? Why are you hiding your face?"
I never replied, unused to the misty air in his cabin touching that bare skin.
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked me.
I shook my head.
"Then what's wrong?" he said.
I didn't want to talk, though. I didn't want to think. I was a little embarrassed, to be honest, but also... I was fine with it.
"Are you just shy?" he asked me, voice soft.
I nodded, breath shaking.
"Do you want me to stop?" he wondered.
I shook my head.
He then kept one hand on my head, letting me hide my face in his neck, and for that, I was thankful.
But his other hand traveled up my chest, skimming over a bud again, and I whimpered, tensing a little.
"Sensitive," he noted.
Don't talk like that, asshole! That's just mean because you're going to make me cry for more! I am a princess! Not a... whatever.
I felt his lips curl, but I wasn't sure why.
"Can I kiss them?" he said.
"No," I replied, teasing him a bit.
"Come on," he said, chuckling, "not even a little?"
"No."
"Just a lick?"
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His Wicked Games (Originally Fated to Elias) (The Crush Saga)
Storie d'amoreSHE IS MY OBSESSION. This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint. We are both villains. She is my obsession; I am hers. I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle. I know she wil...
