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Giggling like a girl, I kiss him deeply.
"Beautiful," he breathes, pulling back, the word barely audible as he traces a fingertip along the curve of my hip. He brings his other hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my dark hair, and pulls me closer for a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.
"Isaac," I whisper, my voice shaky with emotion. "I love you."
He smiles, a genuine, loving smile that reaches his eyes – a rare sight for someone who usually carries such a cold demeanor. "I love you too, Rue. More than you'll ever know."
He lays me down on the bed, spreading my legs wide. The world outside that door may be full of danger and uncertainty, but here, in this intimate space, it's just Isaac and me, our love, a force that cannot be contained.
"Promise me," I gasp, my heart pounding as I gaze into his eyes, "Promise me that we'll fight for this love, no matter what challenges come our way."
"Always," he responds quietly, the intensity of his gaze conveying his unyielding commitment before he ducks his head and teases my clit with his tongue, making me cry out.
My body trembles under Isaac's touch, every nerve alive with anticipation. The sensation of his fingertips tracing patterns on my skin as his tongue works magic on my clit, sends shivers down my spine. Arching my back, craving more of him, I moan with longing.
"God, Rue," he murmurs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. You make me feel things I've never felt before."
His words wrap around me like a warm embrace, filling me with an indescribable sense of belonging.
"Isaac... please," I gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence. My hands clutch at his broad shoulders, nails digging into the solid muscle beneath his skin, while he nips roughly at my thighs. The sharp sting only adds to the heady mix of pleasure and pain that threatens to consume me.
My heart swells with affection for this man who has somehow managed to break through my defenses and lay claim to my very soul. Our eyes lock when he looms over me, and the intensity of his gaze leaves me breathless. In that moment, I know without a doubt that our love is worth any risk, any sacrifice.
As we lose ourselves in each other, the world outside ceases to exist. There are no secrets, no dangers, nothing but the two of us entwined in a dance as old as time itself. Utterly lost in the rhythm of our bodies moving together, guided by the primal force that drives us toward our shared climax.
"Rue," Isaac gasps, and the sound of my name on his lips is like a prayer, a benediction that sears itself into my memory. I tighten my grip on him, willing him to understand just how much he means to me without needing to say the words.
He thrusts his cock deep inside me, and I cry out, needing more. His soft grunt is music to my ears. I'm close, so close to my climax, knowing he is too.
As our passion reaches its peak, I'm struck by the realization that this is where I belong, wrapped up in Isaac's arms, our hearts beating as one. I wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world. For in Isaac's embrace, I have found a love worth fighting for, and I will cherish it for as long as we are alive, our souls burning for each other.
Chapter44
Isaac
Waking up next to Rue, her dark hair sprawled across the pillow like tendrils of midnight, my heart swells with a warmth that I haven't felt in...ever. I'm grateful for finally getting some rest after days of sleeplessness. Our love is forbidden, but there's something about it that makes me feel safe and comforted.
"Good morning," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the passion we've spent together. The shadows dance across her face, casting an ethereal glow on her soft features. The risk we're taking defies the norms of Solitaire and of Arachon's Royal family, and yet, I can't bring myself to care. In this moment, she's mine, and I am hers.
"Morning," Rue murmurs, her dark eyes fluttering open like the wings of a butterfly. She stretches out beside me, her lithe body curving into mine. We fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that were always meant to be joined.
"Rue," I say, tracing a finger down her cheek, “We need to talk about our situation. We can't keep sneaking around like this."
She sighs, her feisty spirit momentarily dampened by the weight of our reality. "I know, Isaac. It's just hard to think about what we'll have to face."
"Whatever it is, we'll face it together," I promise, struggling to suppress the cold dread that threatens to take hold of me. Our love is strong, but will it be enough to withstand the challenges that lie ahead?
"Even my grandmother?" Rue asks, her voice barely audible. The conflict within her is great, torn between loyalty to her family and the love she has for me.
"Especially your grandmother," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "Our love is worth fighting for, Rue. Don't you agree?"
"Of course I do," she answers, her eyes filled with determination. "I love you, Isaac. And I'm not willing to give this up without a fight."
Rue's eyes flicker with an intensity that captures my heart. Her determination, her passion – it's impossible for me not to love her even more in this moment.
"Isaac," she says, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm going to speak to my grandmother soon, but I need a minute. Can you wait?"
I nod, my resolve steeling as I consider our path forward. "Of course, princess. We need to show her that our love is worth fighting for, no matter the obstacles. We have to stand up against her disapproval and make her see that we're meant to be together."
