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
There was a moment of silence that stretched between Gray and me. Where we both rode down off the high of our (poor) decision and stared deeply into the other's eyes. He removed his hands from underneath my bloomers and the lack of heat from his hand almost made me shiver.
I still felt how hard, how large he was against my leg, and now with my mind clear I felt all the more shy behind the intensity of his gaze. It all became too much.
I made a rash move to exit the bed, hurried and uncalculated. My feet caught on the tangled sheets and before I could catch myself I tumbled onto the floor.
With a yelp I tried my best to make a quick recovery, shooting up and holding my head high while I cleared my throat. My facade was truly in ruins around me now huh? My face was a blushed flustered mess as he slowly smirked wordlessly at my display.
It horrified me how pleased he probably was.
But, not all was turned against me. I knew now without a doubt that I affected this unruly guard. That I melted away some of his resolve, weakened him with his arousal. I may be making a fool of myself but I had that at the very least.
"So was that your first orgasm then?" He leaned up all sauve on the bed, resting his head in his propped-up hand. It unfairly showed off his taut biceps as he spoke so out of turn. "You're welcome my lady, I truly go above and beyond as your guard don't I?"
My face burned as I looked down at his smug expression, under his cool observations and uncensored words I was coming undone. With the aftermath of my pleasure still trembling through my body, I tried my best to forget the scent of his skin so close to me.
"It was not." I lied a bit too quickly.
He laughed and narrowed his scrutinizing eyes at me, "Liar." My shoulders squared off and focused on anything else besides his hard half-naked body picking me apart. I must've been made of glass, I needed to escape before I made an even bigger fool of myself.
"You just got demoted to the floor," I spoke quickly, making sure to slather my words in malice as I darted to the bathroom. I needed a room separate from him, with a door, to properly collect myself for the night.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took in the face staring back at me. My ivory skin was stained with dusted pink all along my cheek and the bridge of my nose. It was so strange seeing color in my skin. Dasha sometimes joked with me while she applied blush to my face that every time I painted it stole some color from me. She was convinced I would only be various shades of black and white soon.
My eyes seemed wider and brighter, and I was catching my breath like I had just got done running around the world. I looked alive as if his touch breathed some sort of life into my otherwise muted existence.
