Chapter Six: A Night They Didn’t Plan
The chamber was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing.
Moonlight painted the room in silver and shadow. The candle on the writing desk flickered low, casting golden light against the angles of his face.
Keahraa stood near the window, spine straight but eyes uncertain.
Adreean didn’t speak.
He watched her. Every movement, every slight tilt of her head. He had watched her from across grand halls, from behind pillars — in silence. Always in silence. But now, she stood not feet away. Alone. Close. Real.
“You’re quiet,” she said, voice soft.
“So are you.”
Keahraa turned toward him. She took a single step forward, and then another. Their distance melted away until she could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes.
Neither of them knew who would move first.
But then he did.
He raised his hand, slowly, and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered just a moment longer than necessary. Her breath hitched.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t retreat.
Her gaze locked with his.
And then she whispered, “Touch me again.”
His hand moved to her cheek. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, slow, reverent. Her skin was warm, flushed. She leaned into his palm, her lips parting.
He kissed her.
And the world — for both of them — dissolved.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t reckless.
But it was desperate.
He tasted her slowly, like he’d waited a lifetime to know how she felt beneath his mouth. And Keahraa — Keahraa melted beneath every kiss. Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.
Every place he touched left her burning.
She didn’t think of names. She didn’t care who he was.
She only thought of how he made her feel. How his lips moved down her neck, slow and deliberate. How his hands traced her waist, not with hunger — but reverence.
Adreean had never loved.
Never wanted.
But now, every heartbeat screamed her name.
Every inch of her — perfect, divine, untouchable — was right here. And she wasn’t pushing him away.
She wanted this. She wanted him.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed with a gentleness that made her ache. When her back touched the silk sheets, she pulled him down with her, their lips never parting.
Keahraa’s mind spiraled. Every nerve, every thought, every breath was consumed by what she was feeling.
His mouth, warm and sure, explored hers. His hands trembled once — only once — before settling against her body like he was memorizing her shape.
She arched into him.
And Adreean… he nearly broke.
Because this — this wasn’t just desire for him. It wasn’t just touch.
It was worship.
He kissed her like she was made of stars and silk. Held her like he’d never let go.
And she let him.
Her gown slipped from her shoulders.
His jacket fell to the floor.
They were no longer prince or noblewoman, stranger or heir. Just two people, caught in something neither of them expected.
He kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper.
She gasped.
He stilled. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse with restraint.
She nodded, eyes dark, cheeks flushed. “Don’t stop.”
And that night, beneath the velvet canopy and the weight of a thousand unspoken things, they became something else.
Not lovers. Not yet.
But two souls — raw, breathless, and exposed.
Together.
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