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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Gray Anderson
The trip back to the palace felt like half the journey it actually was. Between all the headaches and trouble Celeste managed to cause in this very brief trip, riding horseback with her tucked away in the carriage out of my earshot was a gift from the Saints.
That being said she didn't escape my thoughts, not even once. The princess overwhelmed them.
The whole ride back the smell of her sweet bergamot skin seemed to stain my memory. Her helpless whimpers full of her unyielding pleasure she whined into my ear that night plagued me with need. She has fueled me with an unbecoming warmth deep in my body that annoyed me to no end. She was expansive, the more I sat with my thoughts of her, the more I felt her spreading to every corner of my mind like some kind of slow-acting poison. It was infuriating.
We got back late that night and Dasha was quick to embrace and whisk Celeste away to her room to get dressed for bed. I watched her black hair bounce as she left her bags and me behind. Dasha, her lady's maid seemed to be the closest person to the princess which was shocking. Where other members of society barely cared to remember their staff names, Dasha and Celeste hugged and ran to each other, and I saw a shield melt from Celeste's face when their gazes connected
I sighed and shook my head, another thing that didn't make a lick of sense to me about the woman I was protecting.
I knew what I did in Ernst was a risky lapse in my decision-making, unlocking a door to desires and temptations that wouldn't lead anywhere good. Even with knowing that very well, I couldn't stop myself. That very startling truth made it abundantly clear to me that I needed to keep my distance from the chaos in pretty dresses that was Princess Celeste.
I retreated to my chambers, the castle wholly quiet in paralyzing silence which I was grateful for. I didn't have to worry about answering anyone for the rest of the night. My fatigue and nightly routines busied my mind, giving me a second of reprieve from my forbidden thoughts of Celeste.
For the remaining hours of darkness, I lay down trying to force her from my head and sleep away the vivid memories of her lewd, perfect, body now only touched by my hands. That thought ignited me, the heat immediately stiffening my loins as I hammered my eyes shut in a frustrated scowl.
This is what she did to me...
A heavy sigh weighted down by lustful hunger left my lips and I reached beneath my duvet to grip myself and feel the tension she left me swarming in. I was painfully hard, dull throbs filling my hand as I stroked myself once imagining it was her tight body wrapped around me instead. She would probably be tight, so tight that she squeezed my length and whimpered out moans as she tried to adjust to my size.
Her usual looks of rebellion and distaste submitted to messy pleasure as I watched her feel for the first time what it was like to take every thick inch of a man. Of me.
