Chapter 40 Daevir wields a long sword down there.
Amarien’s POV
Daevir leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him off.
“What do you mean?! How could you?!”
“I did it for you, Amarien!” He lashed, bringing a painful silence into the room.
“Do you know how hard it is watching my father rape girls since I was a child? Do you know how hard it is to see a shadow of yourself being the most despicable person, making the innocent cry and enjoying it?!”
My breath caught in my throat. Daevir's tears followed all the way down.
“I watched all of that in silence, hoping to bring an end to it one day. But guess what, Amarien. The prince of the empire, the warrior who defeated werewolves and ripped them bare with his hands. The one everyone called the most courageous man in the empire…” Daevir scoffed at himself. “Yes, I had no courage to face my father and his evil ways. I had no way to stop him from hurting people. I had no way to make the pain he caused those women stop! All I did was go to battle and wield the swords when I am nothing but a coward!”
Tears poured down my face.
“Everything changed when I set my eyes on you, Amarien. That day at the outer courts, when I stepped in, seeing your battered body writhing on the floor, I swore to myself I would protect you from my father. Even if it took my throne…” he rested his hands on my chin.
“Your highness…” tears rolled down my face.
How could I not have seen this? Everything Daevir did. He did for me?!
“I would never be able to take my father out of his perverse desires of wanting you. But I could stop him by making him so weak that he can't hurt you. I can't stand to see you hurt Amarien. Not when I want you to be mine…”
“Your highness…”
He pressed his finger on my lips, hushing me. “I'll end the alliance with the West if you so demand it. I'll break the engagement with Catherine just to make you my Queen.” He pressed his hand against mine, taking in my scent. I felt his hungry breath on my face.
“I'll kill everyone and anything that protests against my decisions. I'll make you mine no matter what?!” he pressed his lips on mine.
“I love you, your highness,” I said amid gasps for breath as he kissed me hard.
“I love you, Amarien.” He said, lips on mine as his hands began stripping.
He dug his neck into my skin, kissing every inch of my flesh.
His hand shot up to cradle the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer with a gentle yet desperate force. His lips were hard and unyielding, smothering any sound I could make.
I shut my eyes, my body burning with an intense desire for pleasure! For Daevir.
His lips moved against mine with a brutal intensity, claiming my lips like a man possessed. His grip only tightened, forcing me to stay pressed against him.
There was no space to breathe, no room to escape, just the relentless press of his mouth on me, devouring me with an almost punishing hunger.
Daevir's tongue pushed past my lips without warning, invading my mouth with a hot, demanding force. He explored me, tasting me, his movements rough and unrestrained. His breath mingled with mine, harsh and ragged, leaving me gasping.
My hands instinctively came up to his chest, pulling weakly, but it only seemed to spur him on.
Daevir released my breast, cupping it in his hands, flicking my nipple tenderly. Only he could make her feel this way. Oh, it felt like a long-anticipated dream. A long-held dream is now coming to reality.
My mind was suspended out of existence. It was now or never.
He buried his head into my bosom. He leaned in to catch his breath. Heaving deep breaths as he clings to me.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," he said, barely out of breath.
"I know," I said, heaving an equally out-of-breath.
It was tradition to wait after an engagement before attempting anything. It was forbidden for a prince to warm his father's concubine's bed.
Daevir looked up at me. Our eyes met, yet it was in the farthest region of our minds. We had longed for this day, every single day, for months now. This was our manifestation, and we were not about to take it for granted because society said so or because we are in the confines of marriage arrangements we both despised.
I raised my lips to his, and this time, we kissed tenderly and passionately. The fire burned intensely beneath. We collapsed on the bed, and Daevir pulled off what was left of the cloth on my body.
Everything stopped when he slid it in.
I gave a strong gasp.
Ah…Zephyr was right. Daevir did wield a long sword down there.
His thrusting was slow and deliberate at first; our lips clung onto each other, and sweaty flesh kissed passionately.
I bit my lips as the thrusting got intense.
It was my first time. Yet desire killed the pain. Desire made me want more of him!
Daevir went through multiple angles, hitting every note.
I clung to him, moaning and moaning. He sighed at the intensity of the moment. The harder he hits, the more wetness flows, giving him even more passage, desire, longing, and hardness.
His hardness against my moist softness. Down there. In and out. My mind was blown beyond proportion.
Everything faded into the background at that moment. At that moment. The pain, the fears, the trouble.
It was all futile.
The only thing that mattered right now was the man I love making love to me so hard I felt I was in the afterlife. I felt my face flushed, sweat in my skin, and my eyes pleading for him not to stop.
“You belong to me, Amarien…” he whispered as he thrust over and over again.
His thrusting stroke sent a new nerve racing through my body, like firecrackers.
I came.
The hotness from within erupted, and before he could pull out, I felt a hotness fill my inside.
He collapsed beside me, heaving, heaving. He refused to let go of me, and I didn't let go of him. He leaned in, kissed me and whispered. “You're mine, Amarien.” I saw his eyes shut close. He fell asleep almost immediately.