Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
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Mirah
I'd barely made it a few inches away, when he pulled me back. My back collided with his sturdy chest, and I whimpered. I struggled to get away. “Let me go.” I hissed in a low voice. His warmth flowed through my veins, like whiskey. Burning and hot.
He didn't respond, instead he circled my waist with his hands, and pulled me even closer against him. His arousal pressed against my ass, and I resisted the urge to press my legs against each other.
“Let me go, Prince Zeke.” I said again, and he stiffened. But it was only momentarily, because the next second, he buried his lips in the crook of my neck.
“Don't go. Please.”
Please.
A single word was all it took to finally crush my resolve. I'd never heard Zeke beg anyone before. And beneath his tone, I sensed pain.
I relented, and let him hug me. Our low breaths were the only noise in the darkness.
“Did you really mean what you told me that morning? About us being a mistake?” The words were out before my brain could catch up.
The silence stretched on, and I thought he didn't hear me. My lips parted to repeat my question, when his low voice beat me to it.
“I don't know, Mirah. Can we stay like this for a moment longer?” His tortured voice made my heart ache, and my chest constricted.
Since I'd already accepted my knack for making bad decisions, I wasn't surprised when I spun around, and locked my lips with his.
His lips didn't move beneath mine, for a moment. I gasped into his mouth when he swept his hand through my hair, kissing me fiercely.
Hands. Tongues. Teeth.
We moved in rhythm, with me grinding my body against his. His growl into my mouth was a tortured one.
He pulled away. A protest began making its way out of my throat.
“If you want me to stop, just say the word.” He whispered hoarsely, his hand trailing downwards towards the rope that tied my robe together.
With a single tug, the robe fell apart. My skin pebbled as cool air swept against my bare body. I was standing in front of someone I vowed never to talk to. Clad in nothing but my sexy lingerie.
Wherever his gaze fell upon, my skin scorched.
With one single swoop, my hand was pressed against the window rails. From my position, I could see the expanse of darkness which stretched below.
Behind me, Zeke brushed a single finger against my already soaked panties. I jostled and squirmed as a moan tore through my throat.
He retracted his touch, and I pushed against him. Seeking for something only he could give.
I moaned softly when his warm breath fanned my pussy. My legs softened, and if it wasn't for his hold on my thigh, I'd have fallen to the ground.
The sound of ripped panties echoed through the room. With the same urgency I felt, his tongue thrusted into my pussy.
I gripped the rails harder, as he began thrusting. In and out.
Until stars exploded before my eyes.
“That…um… it feels so good, Zeke.” I moaned.
Cool air fanned my pussy as he backed away. “Are you sure you want us to continue?”
His voice was hoarse from lust. I nodded expectantly. In my sexual haze, I couldn't think clearly.
He pushed his fingers into my cunt, rubbing on my clit with his thumb, and I gasped.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.” He ordered, increasing his pace.
My breath hitched audibly, as I leaned back. Seeking for an orgasm that was so close, yet out of reach.
“Fuck me-” It was a half-moan, half-whisper.
“Louder,” he ordered, spanking my ass hard.
My eyes dilated, and I whimpered.
“Please Zeke. I want to feel you inside me.” I'd barely gotten the words out, when he scooped me into his arms.
My body pressed against his, as he moved over to the bed.
“So be it, Kitten.” Then he leaned down, and slammed his lips on mine, banishing every rationality from my mind.
I shivered as his hand cupped my mound and stroked my clit. A gasp made its way out of my throat, but he swallowed it with an intense kiss.
As the sexual tension mounted, he pulled away. I stared into his lust-darkened eyes. “Why did you stop?” I whispered.
“Leave.” A single word.
I sat up, ignoring the throbbing between my legs. “Excuse me?” My brain struggled to catch up, and my voice was pathetically shaky.
“Leave Mirabella.” He said again, and I clambered off the bed. My hand was on the doorknob, when I turned again.
“This night never happened.” I hurried out of the room without waiting for his response.
That happened nights ago. As I leaned against the headboard that morning, after a wicked hangover, I wondered what festivity was on. Even the maids that'd served breakfast and lunch had queer looks on their faces.
“What's happening?” I tried asking one of them, but got no response. She simply stared at me like I was a clown, before going out of the room alongside her partner.
I groaned for what had to be the twenty-seventh time. I was stuck here. In this hellhole of the undeads. I hadn't seen Zeke after that night, and it hurt me to no end. I didn't know what I'd been expecting.
‘Leave.’ His actions had hurt more than I cared to admit.
Maybe he'd been in a bad mood. The Zeke I knew wouldn't intentionally hurt me like that. As the thought formed, I jumped off the bed, and grabbed a cloak from the closet. I was going to have a word with him. We were both adults, for Chrissakes.
I passed by many people who stared at me to the point of inducing goosebumps. Finally, I got to his door. I took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
“Zeke, a word-” The words trailed off, as I froze. I didn't dream often, but at that moment I desperately wished I was dreaming.
Seated a few meters away from me, was Zeke. And he wasn't alone.