🔞🔞🔞🔞Struggling for breath, I inhaled sharply as Emrys intensified the kiss, his lips crushing against mine with a desperate hunger. He nipped my lower lip, a sharp spark of pain that vanished as he allowed his tongue to slide deep into the heat of my mouth.
I moved against him, trying to keep pace with his guidance, my heart hammering against my ribs. All at once, I caught the sound of his soft, dark chuckle interwoven with the slick sounds of our mouths meeting.
Flushed with embarrassment, I watched as he pulled back just an inch, his face lingering so close I could feel his heat, his lips curled into a teasing smirk.
“Is this the first time you’ve been kissed properly, Callista?” he asked with a low, sardonic velvet in his voice, his fingers gently but firmly gripping my chin.
A deep, scorching blush spread across my cheeks as I turned my gaze away, murmuring, “Why does it even matter?"
His piercing eyes remained fixed on me for a heartbeat before he leaned in once more, reclaiming my mouth with a fiercer, more unrestrained intensity.
My hands sought his hard chest, instinctively trying to push for air, but he simply pulled me closer, his strong arms caging my back. I felt his hands begin a slow, possessive climb toward my breasts. A sharp moan escaped me as a sensation—foreign and electric—rippled through me when he pinched my nipples playfully through the fabric.
He carefully pulled my dress down, spilling my breasts into the cool air. Trailing a path of fire from my lips to my neck, he finally reached one peak and took it into his mouth, sucking hungrily while his hand kneaded the other.
I stared down at him from my place on the bed, my head falling back as I moaned his name in a state of pure ecstasy. He closed his eyes, nibbling at the sensitive flesh, and I couldn't help but tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him deeper against me as my mind went blank. Nothing mattered—not the noise, not the scandal—I only wanted to drown in him.
He shifted his attention to the other breast, sucking aggressively, his teeth grazing the turgid tip. I could feel my core throbbing, the heat between my legs turning slick and heavy. He finally pulled away, his eyes dark with admiration and lust as he surveyed the wet, swollen evidence of his ravishing mouth. My heart was pounding, my soul screaming for him to take me, to fill me with his seed and give me the euphoria I craved.
The sunlight hit my cheeks, shattering the dream.
I woke with a gasp, the phantom sensation of his lips still burning on my skin. My personal maid, Ellara, was tying the curtains to the side.
“My Lady, the King calls for you to join him and your brother for a meal,” Ellara said, her voice tinged with concern.
“Brother? When did Emrys return from the South?” I asked, my voice still husky from sleep.
“Only this morning, My Lady. News arrived that the neighboring nation of Calligo wishes to enter an alliance with the Asch Kingdom,” she replied.
I immediately had Ellara assist me in dressing, my hands trembling. I had to see him. I greeted my father and my brother, Emrys, before taking my seat across from him. I met his gaze, my skin prickling with the memory of the dream, as my father delivered a devastating blow.
“Emrys, the Calligo alliance is non-negotiable,” the King stated, his voice full of iron authority. “The Skotos hordes grow stronger daily. Princess Lydia’s Ice Mages are our only bulwark.”
My heart sank. My brother was being bartered away to another woman. My blood boiled at the thought of a foreign princess touching what was mine, though I masked the rage with a nonchalant smile.
“I understand, Father,” Emrys replied, his expression an unreadable mask of duty.
“The betrothal contracts will be finalized within the fortnight,” added Varis, the King’s Councilor.
The rest of the meal passed in a deafening silence. When I finally retreated to my room, the helplessness felt like a physical weight. I lay on my bed, the image of Emrys behind my eyelids. I was burning. I imagined his skin against mine, the taste of his mouth, the weight of his body.
I closed my eyes and reached for my breasts, mimicking the rough caress from my dream. On my other hand, my fingers sought the heat between my thighs, tracing the opening slowly. I played with my nipples, my breath hitching as I remembered the way he had sucked them.
My core was throbbing, begging for him.
I slid my middle finger inside, finding myself drenched in my own love juices. I pushed deeper, my finger reaching the depths of my hole as I began a frantic, wet rhythm.
"Emrys..." I moaned his name into the quiet room, my body arching as I groped myself. The pleasure intensified until I shattered into a climax, gasping for air as the ecstasy rippled through my nerves.
When I finally opened my eyes, my heart stopped. The door, which I was certain I had closed, was standing slightly ajar. Panic flared in my chest. I could only pray that whoever had been watching hadn't heard the name I had been screaming.
