Gett Off | Prince Imagines

The Other Man

{Controversy era}

Fire crackled like soft citrine lightning in the sooty brick chimney that adorned the inside of the small desolate cabin, illuminating the dark shadows of two seemingly inseparable figures occupying a low mattress. Desire traced the darkness of a set of flecky amber eyes that I had become so accustomed to over the years, as they with such patient hunger grazed over the pure sight of my vulnerability. The fire in the furnace reflected off those hypnotic orbs of his, giving the illusion that he possessed the epitome of fiery lust within himself, engulfed in timeless gold.

Light, subtle layers of perspiration stippled my seething skin, which was still oh so sensitive to the touch after it had acquired rounds of being nipped, licked, and bruised in the most ardent passion of love. The vital push of every rickety breath passing through my arid mouth was evidence of the work he had put in on my now feeble frame. My naked breasts rise up and down heavily as the soft patches of his right fingers skimmed over my creamy inner thigh, tracing the indents of crimson arcs that permitted such a lovely deformity in which he created.

"Beauty in it's purest form." His deep, raspy trickle of a voice filled the comforting silence that had appeared.

The purity of his words shook my core. Such adoration could only be built on the foundations of utter intimacy, to which I fell guilty of. I was a wreck for all of this. I was a wreck for seducing him, a wreck for allowing him to seduce me. Though his signature boasted itself upon the sexual depths of my being, so did another's. But it's plain to see the man who has me in his clutches the most, who has me forfeiting all sorts of sensual relations with the other just to experience it with him, right here, right now. My entire soul has been gifted by his aura. Not materialistically, but in the sensible sense. The mental sense. The spiritual sense. And for the past few hours, he's awaken the sense that could only be ignited by a single touch.

This was wrong. Everything between us that has been formed, is wrong.

Yet, against all odds, I lay nude and corrupted under his own presence. Willingly accepting the potential price it comes to be with him.

A cool string of shivers ran along the pinnacle of my spine as I lustfully watched the every so often flicker of the fiery, dim light over the soft olive hue of his lean torso. Strands of curled mahogany locs fan loosely over his handsome face and stick precariously to his neck. Clear beads of hard working sweat tamper the smoothness of his flesh, creating small valleys through the small sheen of grime engulfing him. God, what a man...

A ragged breath flutters from me and enters the thick erotic air as he leveled his head to the spot right above my pelvis, his unfaltering stare locked on my misty eyes. So devilish in his own right, he flicks his lengthy tongue past the entry of his lips before running the wet flesh along the unkempt sea of white semen that was engraved upon my rosy skin.

The warm, moist sensation of him licking his own cream off the pit of my stomach forces my back to arch slightly towards his flaunting tongue, whilst my satin skin became prickled with small wonders of my arousal. Hooded eyelids close momentarily to indulge in the feeling, and balmy hands gently claim the woven umber fabric of the thin sheets. My lover's promiscuous trail pursued it's task of cleaning his marked territory, briefly dipping into the ridge of my navel before swirling upwards to contain other remains of his DNA. His wet path ended at the valley of my breasts, his lovingly full lips pressing against the hardened summit of each before eventually meeting my parted mouth as it's final destination. His pink tongue forces it's entry, the gooey contents of his delectable nectar flourishing in a kiss that reeked our desperation for each other. Our limbs are tossed, intertwined, plainly twisted with one another as we rolled upon the bed. Hands roam, riled moans interrupt our oral union.

Finally with a heavy breath, he ends our lips connection and rests his forehead against mine; propping his forearms beside my head. Silence became our friend as we took in the soothing affect of our bodies meshed carelessly. His great flecky hazels searched my own eyes with awe and heated passion, seemingly losing themselves in my gaze. Then, charcoal lashes batted against his cheeks as he softly proposed, "Run away with me."

I sat up right away, forcing him to remove his upper half from on top of me. "What?"

"Run away with me." He repeated, wide eyed and determined.

My brows furrowed deeply at his crazy outburst. "Are you mad?"

His perplexity matched mine just as much as the lines in his handsome face fought to compete with his troubled baritone. "I thought that's what you wanted. I remember you stating specifically that-"

"I know what I said." Stopping him with a raise of my hand. "I just-" my elbows sunk deeper into the slightly squeaky mattress, my glare averting from his with a soften of my voice, "-I don't know anymore."

Now it was his turn to act as if I had announced the wildest thing his ears had ever caught. "What?"

A sigh trebled from deep within my chest. "Look, I-"

"You don't love me, do you?"

Somberness hung on his every word, making my head snap in his direction. I was pained by the sudden cloud of hurt shadowing his features. "Don't do that. You know how I feel about you." A feminine hand comes forth to caress his stubbled cheek. "About us."

He scoffed blatantly, a rough hand grasping my wrist to pull my touch from his light skin. "Well I'm starting to second guess those feelings."

Oh my... "Shouldn't the two of us being together in secret be enough?" I stressed, my orbs pleading.

"No." Relentless on getting what he wanted, his usually shelved up confidence shot through like a halo of sun on a cloudy day. "I want you. Every single part of you. And that includes being able to claim you as mine." He graduated into a smooth hover over my frame, forcing me to succumb to the thin pillows underneath. "Behind closed doors and in public."

"Pri-"

"Imagine how it would be, with you as my wife." He raved on, his timbre growing more enticing, more rich with every sound that rolled off his gifted tongue. "I would cherish you, something I know that bastard of yours doesn't do. I'd bathe you, love you, kiss you in all the right places." His hoarse chuckle, airy and beyond the realms of taunting as his mouth navigated it's way back to it's favorite spot. "Just imagine all the things I would do to you anywhere I please..."

I turn my head as to avoid temptation, inhaling calmly to stop the throb starting up in the very heat of my thighs. "We can't."

He shot straight up again, fury weighing in his heart. "Is it because you love him? Is that why you won't agree to go away with me?"

"No." Another wary exhale as I carried my focus back over to him. "Prince look at you, you're-"

"A peasant? Too fucking poor that I have to be at you and your husband's every beck and call?"

There was a pang of guilt that struck me at his claim, though my reason was far from that. I breathed once more as to settle my nerves. "I don't care about how much money you have. And I don't care that you are a servant." I tried to keep the disappointment from seeping through the cracks of my vulnerability as I let him know, my stare being wrought from his to the left of me. "I don't want you wasting your life with me. You're young. I'm past my golden days. I..." a gulp was well needed to keep the awful sting of tears from overflowing, knowing I couldn't provide him with the happiness he craved, "..I have nothing else to give."

The quiet that settled in nearly killed me, until the gentle pads of his fingers took a hold of my chin. When our eyes locked for the umpteenth time, I could feel the added thump in my chest as he whispered. "You've given me enough already."

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A/n: this has been in my drafts for a looong ass time and I just decided to post it. It's a short snippet of a story idea I had.