Shame & Embarrassment

We are still standing near each other and our bodies are glued together as one and I am still aroused by him even after hearing that Veronica is kidnapped. Am I heartless to feel relieved that she is not in between us? My head is so full of doubts and questions that I don't have answers for most of them.

" You have no right to ask me who is my mate and who is not! You don't have any power over me." He growled out in my ear making me take a sharp breath. I don't know if he telling me the last sentence or telling himself that but his body and actions are telling me otherwise.

" I am sorry, Your Highness!" I gulped down everything even my pride and bowed my head and apologized. I want to leave his presence and just stay away from him as I was doing before but after knowing the truth and the kiss we shared I don't know if I can stay away.

" Quentin!" He rasped out, lifting my face with his fingers under my chin. Tingles spread across my chin making me sigh in relief. He makes me feel things I don't want to feel when he has someone as his mate and queen. This feels so right at the same time feels so wrong.

"uh!" my brows dipped in confusion at the mention of his name. What is he trying to do? I already know his name.

" Call me by my name!" he seriously has bipolar disorder, sometimes he behaves like an asshole, and sometimes like this, he looks so approachable and soft. He is making my head a jumbled mess with all his personalities. If he behaves like this then I am going to lose my mind.

" I don't think it's appropriate to call your king by his name." I made eye contact with him not cowering or showing the fear I am having inside me. I want to hurt him with my words as he hurt me. My words may not affect him like his words affect me but still, I want to see him getting affected by my words.

" I don't mind you calling me by my name and it's your king's order!" Our noses are touching and I can feel his hot breath on my lips making them quicker in anticipation of a kiss. I want to kiss him so badly that it hurts. My heart is screaming at me to kiss him without thinking anything and my head is screaming at me to stop whatever this is and just get away from him. I always have this fight between my heart and head where my heart always wins like now.

Who took the initiative I don't know but our lips touched in a firm kiss making my breath hitch in my throat and my toes curl in pleasure, my hands are in between us like a barrier with closed fists and his arms were beside my head.

I opened my lips to give him access and he took it happily invading my mouth as if he owned it, coating my mouth with his taste making me forget everything once again. This kiss doesn't feel surprising or rushed, it feels powerful, and toes curl.

Our tongues fighting for dominance and my fists were uncurled and I placed my hands on his shoulders to stop myself from collapsing to the ground.

His hands are roaming around my body feeling every curve and dip of my body making me aware of his hands which are leaving burns in their touch. I don't want this to stop, I want more of him and more of this.

Quentin lifted me up and my legs surrounded his hips and my arms snaked around his neck without our lips detaching themselves from each other. We are literally exchanging oxygen through our mouths. He started taking steps toward something and I know where he is taking me. My back hit the soft bed and his weight shifted on me with my legs still around his hips and his hard member is directly in between my thighs making my core to weep out with the need for him.

I started grinding my hips onto him without any shame wanting to get some friction in between my thighs and heard a sexy groan leaving his mouth which made me grind hard.

" Don't tempt me to take you right here right now baby," he growled in my mouth, attacking them again with passion and need like he can't get enough of my lips and my hips grind hard to chase away the feeling building inside my stomach.

He started slamming his hips into mine matching my pace and we are both trying to reach our destination at the same time. Our groans and moans filled the chambers and I was panting, pulling his hair, wanting him to feel his lips on mine again and again.

My thighs started quickering and my breaths started coming out in pants and with a loud moan I let go of myself buckling my hips into him and I have never felt this much pleasure in my life and it feels euphoric and my back arc into him chasing away my climax and with a hard thrust, his body collapsed onto mine.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and I can feel his warm breath tickling my neck arousing me again. My face burned with shame and embarrassment at the reality that I have dry-humped the man who is our king and who has another woman in his life whom he thinks is his mate and that so-called mate is missing.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him and tossed him aside with the strength I can muster after the intense workout we did minutes before. He was not guarded and was still in his orgasmic high. That's why I succeeded in getting up from the bed successfully.

I didn't turn around to see if he stood up too and ran towards the door, shame and embarrassment burning through my skin. How did I let this happen? I know our bond is the main thing that had made us do what we did but still I shouldn't have crossed all the lines.

I ran along the hallways not caring how I was looking and if people were looking my way and didn't stop till I reached the garden where I could think clearly. I need a clear mind to think about the consequences of my reckless actions.