Chapter 64
He urgently pressed his lips against mine, passionately possessing me with a hot and demanding demeanor. He licked my lips, seeking entrance, my hands digging into his disheveled hair, tugging him closer as we deepened our kiss.
He started with tender kisses and caresses, mapping out my body with his hands and lips.
"You're so beautiful Arin. You're so goddamn perfect."
He trailed his fingers slowly down my legs, trailing little bites and nibbles along the way, causing me to shiver.
He went down, slowly removing every piece of item that I was wearing as he went below my belly and moved to my thighs, licking and sucking every inch of my thighs, making my leg quiver with need and desire.
He finally settled between my legs and I could tell what was about to happen, he massaged and teased my wet pussy with his fingertips, getting me warmed up for what's to come, making me feel so so good. Then he kissed and licked his way up to my hardened nipples, sucking them into his mouth and playing with them until I was writhing beneath him.
"Rowan please..."
I begged as he continued. He was driving me crazy.
He lavished me with kisses and caresses, tracing circles around my areolas with his tongue before latching on to my nipples and sucking hard.
I couldn't say anything but murmur his name. His name nothing more than a prayer on my lips.
The he started to tease me down there, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet folds, teasing and teasing, building up a torrent of desire within me. I was filled with need and I begged him to go inside of me.
"Please Rowan... please."
I looked at him and begged him.
He shook his head.
"No. Not yet. Not yet."
He whispered huskily.
And then he continued teasing me and just when I couldn't take it anymore, he entered me, in one swift moment. And I came undone beneath him.
My body was trembling and convulsing, my inner walls clenching around his cock as I screamed his name. He thrust deeper and harder, determined to prolong my pleasure for as long as possible. With every thrust I felt the end coming near, I couldn't take it anymore, I was nearing my release.
And then as I neared my climax, as I got close to the end, I saw in Rowan's face that he was coming too.
He finally let go of himself, spilling his own release deep inside of me. He collapsed on me with a grunt.
We were both spent.
...........
The room was quiet except for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the sound of Rowan's steady breathing. He lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his skin warm against mine. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of guilt, longing, and dread.
I couldn't believe what we had just done.
"This can't happen again," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rowan shifted beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes met mine, dark and piercing. "Why not?"
"You know why." I sat up, pulling the blanket around me like armor. "I'm supposed to marry your brother tomorrow, Rowan. This... whatever this is... it has to stop."
He reached for me, his fingers brushing against my shoulder. "I don't want it to stop," he said quietly. "And I don't think you do either."
I turned to face him, my heart pounding. "Rowan, you're making this harder than it already is. I don't have a choice."
"You always have a choice," he said firmly, his voice laced with frustration. "Do you want to marry Lucian?"
“You came here to strengthen the relationship between your country and my country and now you want to marry my brother? I mean you don’t have to do you?”
I hesitated, the question catching me off guard. Did I want to marry Lucian? I had told myself it was necessary, that it was part of the plan. But the thought of spending my life tied to him made my stomach churn.
Rowan watched me closely, his gaze unrelenting. "You didn't answer me, Arin."
"I..." I faltered, unsure of what to say.
"That's what I thought," he said, his jaw tightening. "Then I'll stop the wedding."
"What?" I stared at him in disbelief. "Rowan, you can't do that. It'll cause problems with your brother. You'll—"
"Lucian doesn't care about me," Rowan cut in, his tone sharp. "He never has. He'll get over it. Everyone will get over it.”
I shook my head. "Why would you risk this? Why would you risk everything for me?"
He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Because I can't stand the thought of you with him. And because I know he doesn't deserve you.”
“It’s my brother. I know him and I know what he is capable of. He is only looking to marry you because of what you can offer him. Your father is a close relative of the emperor, I’m sure he knows it’s a very advantageous match. He doesn’t want to lose that. He’s thinking of the influence you can bring to him. That’s my brother for you, ever the opportunistic bastard.”
I swallowed hard, his words sinking deep into my chest. "Why doesn't he care about you? I mean, you are all family aren’t you?”
I asked softly.
Rowan hesitated, his expression darkening. "Because they all think I don't deserve the throne. My brothers, my family... they've always resented me for being the one that ended up with the throne."
"Why?" I pressed, leaning closer. "What makes them think that?"
His eyes flickered with something I couldn't place—pain, maybe, or anger. But he didn't answer. Instead, he pushed himself off the bed and began to gather his clothes.
"I have to go," he said, his tone abrupt.
"Wait." I reached for him, panic bubbling in my chest. "Rowan, don't go. Stay."
He shook his head, already pulling his shirt over his head. "I can't. If they notice I'm gone...I don’t want someone to know that I’m here…”
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling.
He paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "I'll come back," he said, his voice low. "I promise."
And then he was gone, leaving me alone in the dark with nothing but the lingering warmth of his presence and the storm of emotions he had left behind.
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