Faeries and Mortals (Cruel Prince/wicked king/ queen of nothing FanFic)

Cardan's POV

This is the long-awaited kiss scene y'all :P

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"That's really why you hate me?" She enquires, her voice incredulous. "Only that? There's no better reason?"

I contemplate whether I should tell her the real reason. How for some inexplicable logic, my thoughts always drift back to her, how my eyes seek her out whenever we're in the same room, and how my heart, that useless organ, speeds up when she nears me.

Telling her I hate her because of some uncontrollable attraction I have towards her, would be mortifying. But I think of how my life is in her hands, and how I have nothing to lose, or nothing to live for, and the words just tumble out of my mouth.

"Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I manage to blurt out.

I sneak a look at her face, and the shocked expression I find there makes me think that joining my family in heaven or wherever they are would be a better proposition than this embarrassment.

I cover my face with my hand. "Maybe you should shoot me after all."

"You're playing me." She says, her voice quieter, and dubious. Of course she doesn't believe me. I still can't believe I'm attracted to Jude, to a human, out of all the irresistible female Faes at Hollow Hall.

I hear her footsteps approaching me. I feel the tip of a blade against the bottom of my chin, reluctantly tilting my face towards her's. After my confession, I can't look her in the eye, and shift my eyes around the room.

She leans closer, and my eyes widen. I try not to think of her nearness, or her large brown eyes, or her pink lips, and focus instead on calming down the pounding of my heart.

"You really do want me," she whispers, "and you hate it."

Her breath fans my lips, and all my efforts of restraining my composure go down the drain, as my heart starts hammering once again against my rib cage.

I'm only vaguely aware that she changes the angle of the knife because of all the adrenaline in my head.

Focus on her eyes. Focus on her eyes. I chant over and over again in my head. I contemplate what in the world she's doing, and if her intention is to humiliate me even more.

Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice when she abruptly places her lips on mine.

But the moment she does, I freeze.

Why is she doing this? I ask myself.

She wants to hold it against us, why else? Do you think she would be attracted to us after all these months of bullying?

I try to restrain myself. I try to hold back my hands, and not think of her tempting lips or the sparks erupting wherever I touch her.

But the moment her hand slides up to my cheek in a probably unconscious gesture, it's as if a dam in me break, and I pull her towards me in one swift motion, not giving one care about the dagger against my neck.

Damn the consequences.

I kiss her hard. Desperately. Our lips and tongues and teeth clash, and I can't help but think of how I have underestimated kissing, this wonderful act.

We kiss for a few minutes, or perhaps hours, but I don't care. I'm lost in the moment, not concentrating on anything but her lips, when a sound startled me.

Woosh.

We break apart, breathing hard. And I look at the source of that sound, to find a knife sinking in wood, the same one she was holding against my neck a few moments ago.

I look back at Jude, her chest falling and rising quickly, her eyes dark and dilated.

She staggers back, probably not believing what just took place, and in all honesty, I don't either.

The absurdity of the situation makes me bark out a dumbfounded laugh....

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