Chapter 4 Chapter 4 He Lied
King Rryan’s eyes flashed with a fierce inner light. His beast growled in warning. He took a step back, his chest moving out of my reach.
“I said, I don’t know that much.” He growled, repeating his words.
He leaned in, “Do not press me further, Syla.” It wasn’t a statement; it was a warning. He needed time to think this through.
He watched her every move. His thoughts wandered as he stared into her eyes, blue as tropical skies. Her hair, jet black and long with soft curls that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, mirrored his own.
She was breathtaking. Untouched.
A virgin.
He would have to be gentle with her.
But gentle was not what he wanted.
He wanted... He wanted her with every fiber of his being, in a way that burned in his loins, demanded attention. His needs were great.
If he were to take her, she would need to know the truth. All of it. Who she truly is and what she is to him. His betrothed!
But the risk—The secrets he carried were deeply woven into his existence, dangerous, too dangerous to unravel what was deeply woven into his existence, and his kingdom.
It was too much.
And he could not lose her again.
Tearing his gaze away, he turned from her, afraid she would see the lies he was carefully weaving inside his own mind. He couldn’t reveal the truth—not now, not to someone he didn’t fully trust.
She had grown up without him.
He didn’t know her well enough yet. Didn’t know if he could trust her… or himself.
He turned his back to her, shoulders tense, voice rough when he finally spoke.
“Some secrets,” he growled, adjusting the heavy strain of his arousal out of her view, “are better left unspoken.”
His words were low. Thick with need.
I moved in front of him, my heart racing as I met his gaze—sharp, hungry, and impossible to look away from, a hunger stirring inside me that I didn’t recognize—but felt all the same.
He was different.
I felt an intense, intimate connection between us. I could tell he felt it too, and that realization ignited a slow-burning fire within me, igniting a steady, dangerous pull that made it hard to breathe.
His eyes hovered over my full lips, then slowly traveled to my hard nipples poking through my nightgown.
A hot flush spread from my inner thighs to my blushing cheeks, as my body responded to his gaze and acted on its own with slow, sultry movements. My hands lowered to my swollen lips.
My breaths became deeper, my heartbeat quickened to a frantic pace, and my privates became warm with a longing I couldn’t ignore.
He knew what was happening, and he was losing control.
“I don’t know much,” he lied.
“I have something to take care of, I’ll be back later, then we will talk. Stay inside the pyramid. Do you understand?”
I nodded as I watched him sniff the air once more. He looked at me with a slow grin that made my panties wet. He held the door for me as I slowly walked back to my room.
The sweet smell of her arousal hung heavy in the air. She had entranced him. His beast raged against his restraints. Her intoxicating scent drove him to the brink of madness, testing the limits of his control. He knew he had to flee, or risk unleashing the primal hunter lust that clawed at his soul, threatening to consume them both.
If he stayed, he feared he would lose all control, devouring her sweet pussy, fiercely fucking her till she flooded his cock with her pleasure.
She was too fragile for that.
He had to restrain his desires and calm his beast,
“Soon,” he promised, as he shifted, his beast was full of fight and needed to feed.
I entered my room, slowly climbing into my bed.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.
I was also painfully aware of the spark that ignited between us. I felt drawn to him in a way I had never experienced before. My privates were warm and pulsating as I lowered myself under the covers, my hand reached between my legs. I was swollen and very wet.
I lay on my bed, my mind racing with deep desires for the mysterious King they call the ‘Ripper’.
Why all of a sudden did he have to go? He knew I wanted him, the way he looked at me, with those hungry eyes.
My fingers rubbed my opening for the first time. I closed my eyes and moaned. I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted him to do unspeakable things to me. I wanted to touch his cock, and then to my shock… I peed on my bed!
I hastily gatheredthe wet sheets. I was so embarrassed. I needed help, I called out to maid Lydia to assist me, before the King found out.
I was frantic, “I’m so sorry, I accidentally wet the bed. I was so nervous I couldn’t stand still. “I don’t know what's happening; this has never happened before.” I was too embarrassed to even look at her, my head hung low.
Lydia, after assessing the situation, smiled, which eased my mind a bit. “This isn’t pee, child,” she said, sniffing the air. “ …was this your first time exploring yourself?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with wisdom, and something more, her own desires.
I nodded, yes.
Once we finished cleaning up, she settled into the chair beside my bed.
“Come, child, let’s talk.” She pulled me into her lap; it felt like home.
“It’s perfectly normal to do these things, never be ashamed of your needs, ok?”