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prince shu 6

this story belong to diabolic shu over on tumblr and shu belongs to the company name Rejet. 

You melt in his kiss.
Shu pulls away and his nose brushes against yours slowly. He seems to linger, taking in your scent and the feel of your skin.
'Shu..'
He strokes the side of your face, 'I know. It's so surreal. To feel this strongly so soon.'
You look up at him, you find your hands are gripping onto him.
'Are..are you leaving?'
He nods, 'I doubt I could control myself if I stayed any longer.'
You thought about this, even though the needy heat was flowing through your body you had only met him hours ago.
You nod too, agreeing to this unwritten contract.

Shu smiled sweetly and stepped back, your hands fell from him and felt empty. 'I'll see you in the morning. I have ordered maids to come give you clothing and other things you may need.' He quickly planted a kiss on your cheek, 'Goodnight, I'll see you for breakfast.' You nod and smile back at him. The maids soon invaded the room when the Prince left. Silk and lace gowns were brought in. Chests of different clothing and accessories were stored in the corner for you to investigate tomorrow. You found a long lacy night dress to sleep in and sighed at the luxurious feel of it on your skin. Jumping on the big soft bed you giggle to yourself as the maids leave the room. You pull a large pillow to you and hug it close. How did this happen?! So quickly and so deeply? Never had you thought these feelings would come to you so fast, make you feel so weak and spontaneous. To agree to stay with the prince, allow him to 'keep' you. The Prince, the very handsome prince. You remember the feel of his lips, how his fingers stroked your cheek and how sexy it felt when his lips grew desperate for yours. Shu also was laid on his bed, thinking of you, of your lips and how he wanted to possess them. To keep you in his arms, in his bed. You had somehow torn down his large wall he had built around him. It scared and excited him. He thought of your sweet shy smile, your eyes. He groaned as his hand reached under his sheets, stroking himself. Damn, he was obsessed with you.