The Trouble With Love: Chapter 18
Her mouth crashes onto mine, the warm sensation spreading throughout my body at the taste of her strawberry-flavored lips.
My hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her up while carrying her toward my bedroom. The walk is only a few feet away, yet the distance, while short, feels like miles long. Our kisses deepen, soft moans escaping her beautiful lips as we come up for air, breathless with our attention anchored on each other as if our lives depend on it.
Using my foot, I push the door open to the dimly lit bedroom. Outside, darkness has fallen, and on this cold night, frost has blanketed the large windows, the normally white-gold moon hiding behind the pillows of clouds.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I pull away, though still carrying her. Her gaze falls upon my lips, hungry and impatient while her chest rises and falls. I beg myself to think clearly, ignore whatever it is consuming me right now, and feed my body this drug it so desperately craves.
I open my mouth to speak but shut it again, conflicted by all the emotions fighting for attention at this moment.
“Tell me to stop.”
Her lips crash back onto mine with urgency, almost as if she won’t allow me to step away. Slowly, I place her on the bed as she sits on the edge, looking up at me, her emerald-green eyes watching me so innocently that I know this won’t end well.
For her.
For me.
For our family.
But even with those thoughts, I’m distracted as she toys with my belt, her hair sliding across her shoulder, exposing her neck. Her skin, so delicate and pure, taunts me, making it hard for me to control my urges.
With the pull of my belt, my pants fall. I unbutton my shirt, leaving me only in my silk boxers. I climb on top, kissing her deeply before insisting she straddle me. Trailing my finger down her chest, she begins to undo the buttons of the maroon-colored dress she is wearing, the soft fabric falling past her shoulders, exposing her white-lace bra and panties.
Biting down, I use every muscle I have to control my fucking dick from blowing right here, right now. Every forbidden fantasy of her, all of them have become a mind fuck over the last two weeks, is happening right in front of me.
It’s a blessing and a curse, the fruit and its temptation, and in this moment, my throat begins to thicken as I pinch my eyebrows together, losing all hope of resisting the one person I’m not supposed to touch.
But as our gaze locks, the silence speaks loudly between our shallow breaths, and she removes her bra—her beautiful tits beg me to devour them. My eyes widen at the sight. They’re fucking perfect. Just as I had imagined them—round, supple, perfectly positioned light pink nipples, fully erect and expressing how turned on she is right now.
I can’t hold back, running my fingers along the curves, taking them in my mouth as she moans so carelessly, arching her back. My tongue rolls around her nipple, sucking gently with a small tug of my teeth. I knead them between my fingers, unable to control my urge to ravage her, begging her silently to let me have her completely and hoping she doesn’t get scared, pulling away at a moment’s notice.
Yet her moans deepen, pleasure and pain all rolled into one. Every sound, so beautiful, warns me she’s close when we haven’t even begun.
“If you need me to stop.”
She shakes her head, quick and panicked. No words are said until she shuffles off, removing her panties and letting them fall to the ground.
Fuck.
I stare between her legs, admiring the landing strip and well-manicured bikini wax. God, how could a pussy be so fucking perfect? This isn’t the first one I’ve seen, I’ve lost count. So, why in the hell does this feel all brand new?
Desperate to clear my rambling mind, my boxers come off without a second thought. She hovers back over me, but not before removing a condom from my drawer. The foil packet stills my movements.
Great, I completely forgot for the first time ever.
Tearing the packet between my teeth in desperation, I quickly place it on the tip of my shaft and slide it down. What I would do to feel her bareback.
Clutching the back of her neck, I draw her close to me, my mouth eager to kiss her deeply. I give her one more chance to walk away, knowing that whatever the hell happens tonight, it’s doing things to me I’ve never experienced before—an out-of-body experience consuming me in unimaginable ways.
“If you tell me to stop…”
“Will,” she breathes, sliding herself on as her mouth parts slightly. I close my eyes, biting down as the sensation grapples my shaft and pleasures me without even the slightest of movement yet. “Fuck me, please.”
Her begging spurs on the beast within me. I grip her hips, watching her body ride me. Goosebumps cover every inch of her, and her nipples are hard as I pinch them softly. Her cries are mixed with moans, the sound fighting for attention with the grunts my body expels.
Shuffling my body, so I’m sitting up, it allows me to bury myself deeper within her.
Amelia’s face is in line with mine, so close as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, and kissing her becomes an addiction I don’t want ever to cure.
Pulling away while arching her back, she calls my name until I slide my hand behind her neck again and beg her to look at me.
And at this moment, our eyes connect so profoundly, my emotions run wild in fear.
This isn’t just a moment, and let’s say this is one time, how I do I even begin to forget how easily I’m willing to give up everything to be inside her. How desire drives me to make careless decisions because the smell of her skin is nothing like I imagined it to be. I’m lost, wandering the paths of hell because the taste of heaven is lingering on my lips.
But then she scrapes her thumb on my bottom lip, causing the feverish spell within me to intensify.
“Come with me,” I demand with a rasp. “I want you to come with me.”
Her lips crash onto mine, the taste so delicious. I beg my body not to release now, willing the restraint to last just a little bit longer, so we both feel the rush in sync. “I’m ready, Will.”
My hands lace around her neck, our foreheads touching as I thrust inside her. She rides my cock, a rhythm building momentum until all I feel is her muscles tighten around my shaft. My body jerks forward, a shiver following as a deep grunt escapes me, and my body basks in euphoria.
My eyes blink rapidly, sweat dripping off my forehead while I try to gather my bearings and gain visibility again. The momentary flash of lights blinds me, as does the pleasure overcoming every inch of my body.
Our breaths, uneven, echo inside the room.
Slowly, she slides herself off, collapsing beside me and pulling the sheet over her. I discard the condom, tossing it on the floor, and turn to face her.
“Now what?” I ask, breathless, spreading tiny kisses on her arm.
“I don’t know,” she answers truthfully. “I thought you were a one-time guy.”
Slightly hurt by her assumptions, I climb back on top of her to make her understand the truth. I’m held hostage to her deep stare, shades of green locking me in some sort of trance.
“We can’t be together,” I remind her.
“I know.”
“It’s forbidden.”
“Completely taboo. You’re like family.”
“You’re like a little cousin,” I tell her, my eyes falling onto her lips, the stir below awakening my desire again. “Though not so little… a beautiful, sexy, gorgeous…” I kiss her shoulder until I’m on her lips, “… woman.”
“Plus, I’m not actually related to you.”
“Still off-limits.”
“Completely off-limits,” she agrees while running her hand in my hair before a smile plays on her lips. “But I guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?”
My dick is already hard, and this time, I need to feel her properly, not with a fucking condom. I can control this, just pull out before I come, and no one pays the price.
I slide myself in, her arousal utterly wet as she moans even louder than before.
She feels perfect.
Like everything that’s missing from my life.
There’s just one problem.
Nothing will change the fact that she’s Lex Edwards’ daughter. The man who reigns over all, the ruler of his kingdom, and as of now, I’m his biggest threat.
The man about to steal his princess.