Gett Off | Prince Imagines

As We Lay

{One Night Alone era}

This is going to be a filler along with another imagine I have in store until I put the finishing touches on Fifty Shades of Nelson part 2.

Enjoy💋

<<>><<>><<>><<>>

Sunlight.

Beaming rays of transparent merigold, yet mellowing yellow light streamed silently through the sheer fabric of the golden curtains like a seamless stare, the warm beams softly landing upon the left side of your cool resting face. The sudden brightness of such a simplistic wonder caused your once heavy eyelids to sluggishly beat open, leaving your eyes to instantly squint into small slits once coming into contact with the spontaneous lighting. Your hand out of instinct comes from underneath the suave covers to protect your delicate sight from the suns beautifully harmful streaks, your neck craning to the opposite side to avoid the slight sting it made present within your vision.

That was when you allowed your view to peak open, only for your gaze to land upon the golden-skinned man accompanying your lone figure. A small smile crept upon your features as you examined him at peace. The gentlest of snores exhaling through his nose. Long onyx lashes brush against his rosy cheeks while the rapid motion of his eyes could be detected under his lids. The slight pout of his cherry lips that matched it's full form in each vivid memory of them upon every inch of your heated skin. Then you remembered.

Nights like the one before were the only times you could truly bask in his addictive lips, or any other part of him for the matter. And mornings like these were not only reminders of your wrong-doings, but also a painful reminder to the fact that time still does exist and you both have separate lives to tend to. Separate lives that needed to be kept separate...at least, for the time being. Hours before, none of that mattered. You were not a slave to the constant ticking of clocks, especially when you were in his presence. Yet, in other's perspectives, regardless of timing you were both sinful in your own rights.

You didn't belong to him.

He didn't belong to you.

But last night, you both were able to claim each other in the name of sinful lust, consciously abandoning the virtuous flow of righteous thoughts in order to give in to one another. Your smile wavered as reality sank in, a tiresome sigh finding it's way over your settle lips as you turned to remove yourself from the plush mattress. That is, until two sturdy arms flung themselves around your bare waist, hauling your back into their warm flesh as you felt the man's face snuggle into the back of your head. The intoxicating lavender aroma that somehow dawdled around his existence awaking your senses.

"Don't go." Soft words fall into the balmy and hoarse whisper that resonates against your scalp, his roguishly bronze arms tightened around your curved sides as a means of keeping you there. His sudden action weakened you, for whenever he provided a simple touch you would turn into useless puddy within his hands.

"I can't stay Prince." You state reluctantly in a calm low voice, body struggling to avoid melting into his enthralling embrace. Though you yearned to stay longer, you knew that the quality time you two were enduring was limited. "Derek's going to be waiting for me if I don't leave now."

"Let him wait." The burden of morning weighed heavy on his deep timbre with his gentle response, his limber fingers raking your tangible hair to the side as you sensed his sultry breath tickling your neck that grew uneven in goosebumps. Prince's slickened lips lined with fine hairs graze your sensitive flesh tauntingly, his teeth leaving tender violet indents in the fragile spot of your teased skin. Desperation rode his tone as clear as day. "I need you right now."