Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Chapter 23

Word Count 1,341

"As soon as I can get out of here I shall visit you, I will stay through the night if you so wish-"

"No." I shook my head vigorously and the throbbing returned, seizing my mind. "No Colson, you are leaving me, just like-"

"I will come to you as soon as time will allow, I swear it! I swear by my love for you, I will come. I will come, my love."

"You said you loved me..."

"I do! More than anything..." Colson kissed my quivering lip, stilling it between his. Caressing my shoulder, he pushed a strand of hair from my face and looked deep into my eyes. Colson's eyes were such a brilliant blue, gleaming with emotion and willing me to see the truth in them. It had been a while since I had truly seen him so vulnerable, so bare for me as his eyes brimmed with honesty. "I would bend time if it were possible, my love."

"Colson..." I threw my arms around his broad frame and held on for my life. I couldn't be alone now. Not ever. And so I begged him, softly, so soft it would break his heart. "Please, don't leave me here... alone."

Only when he took me back into his arms did I hear my own sobs, or feel my body quake against his chest. We stood, locked in an embrace that felt like an ending. But Colson only promised relentlessly, again and again as I wept for myself and for him. 

"Shhhhhh... I will visit, my love, I swear it. Without fail, I will come to you."

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An almost agonizing affliction rose to Y/N's head in an instant, filling her with an unexplainable rage. Hot tears burned at her eyes, and Lillian flinched at the ice in my glare. "Did you not hear what I said?!" I spat, no longer able to maintain a facade of composure. I wanted nothing more than for her to leave my sight, and for the pain coursing through me to subside.

The chambermaid whimpered, terrified. "Your Highness..."

"Leave! Take your child and exit the palace! Go home! Out of my sight!" I roared in a sudden burst of fury, the world around me spinning out of control. The emotion I felt was an unearthly torrent of anger, annoyance and grief... grief most of all. Numbness took over my body until I was paralyzed; trapped in the menacing confines of my own feelings. My knees hit the floor before I became aware of my own exhaustion. The sound of Lillian scurrying away was drowned out by the heaviness of my breaths, so erratic I could barely hear the dull thud of my own heartbeat. 

"Out of my sight," croaked a voice which I almost did not recognize my own, my lips forming coarse and hollow words on their own accord. "Out of my sight, out of my sight..."

My legs crumbled beneath my weight; I could only stumble towards the window to break my fall. The cold glass kissed my fingertips as I gripped the window frame for support.

I could hear Colson's voice calling out to me…

"I love you..." he whispered reluctantly, as though he hated the way it felt on his tongue. He despised his own feelings and so did I. I felt my heart ache at his words, words I had wanted so long to hear from him again. A torrent of indescribable emotions stirred in my chest. This man, this trickster, had left me broken for so long, caused me loss so great and pain I had never thought imaginable before being swallowed whole by it.

And I believed him.

All this time spent trying to forget him, attempting to banish my love for him like a demon from my body...

Right here, in his arms, was where I belonged. 

At that moment, all thoughts of responsibility, duty were vanquished from my mind. His eyes opened, freeing glistening tears that rolled down his cheeks, falling from his chin and onto my face. A tear found my tongue and I savored the bitterness, the salt of our shared suffering. Then, without another word, Colson pressed his lips eagerly to mine, bridging the gap between us at last.

Those were our last few moments together before he was locked up in the kings chambers.

"Tink!" I called out immediately grabbing her attention. "We have to find some way to get Colson out for good I can't stand this separation any longer.

Tink rubbed her chin thoughtfully "I think I have just the idea and it will work, the king will be unable to undo it once Colson is free he's free for good!" 

Flashback…

"I love you..." Colson whispered reluctantly, as though he hated the way it felt on his tongue.

His eyes opened, freeing glistening tears that rolled down his cheeks, falling from his chin and onto her face. A tear found her tongue and she savored the bitterness, the salt of their shared suffering. Then, without another word, he pressed his lips eagerly to hers, bridging the gap between them with fervor.

Her body froze under the influence of his magnetism, his heat, his passion. Her limbs were rigid, trapped against the door beneath his towering frame, his hands secured on each side of her face as he parted her lips with his ravishing tongue, exploring her wet mouth like a man starved, claiming her soul for his own. She was paralyzed, unable to pull away, yet incapable of reciprocating the sudden ferocity of his movements. 

He was suffocating her in a way more draining than she had ever known. It was powerful and electric, numbing, overwhelming. The same, stinging scent of mint and spice she had craved for years flooded her senses once more, burning her tongue and igniting the flame in her core which had simmered quietly for many a moon, only to be awakened with roaring intensity by the god who had put it there. 

Without further thought, she returned the kiss with equal ardor, mind spinning from the lack of air. Colson did not give her any opportunity to gasp for breath, and instead grinned wickedly against her lips as he ground her harshly into the wood with his hips, a guttural growl escaping his mouth from the pressure. Sensing his throbbing arousal so close to her own, she only kissed him harder, fueled by a love so aggressive, it dampened her urgency to breath underneath his iron weight. 

Colson resurfaced from the kiss for stolen second and looked at her through lidded eyes. The blue in them had disappeared, completely obscured by an intoxicating, inky black she could drown in. But before she could succumb to their dangerous depths, teeth grazed and nibbled at the corner of her lips, then her jawline, and then the delicate skin of her neck. Her head fell back against the wood as her eyes slipped shut. He resumed his calculated ministrations on her soft flesh, nipping and sucking a particular vein, then soothing the area with his cool tongue in a motion so shameful and obscene, yet impossibly tender. 

Her eyes rolled back into her head. She bit down on her own hand to stifle a moan as his tongue dipped deliciously into the hollow of her throat. While his lips found the sweet swell of her chest, his hands roamed her body with exhilarating urgency, leaving trails of fire along her skin even through the fabric of her dress. His touches engulfed her in all ways possible. He was all she could smell and taste. All that filled her ears were her own strangled whimpers and his muffled moans against her flesh as he kissed her, right above her beating heart. She thought of nothing but the softness of his raven hair in her grasp, and felt nothing but his body flush against hers, his tongue on her skin, his scorching hands on her hips, then her shoulders, then her breasts, and then- 

She cried out.