Page 22 of Lost Heir
My response was a gasp, a sound lost in the growing storm of our mutual desire as I squirmed beneath him, the heat of his touch igniting fires all over my skin. My hand found his once he reached my underwear, a desperate attempt to steady myself against the tide of emotions his actions unleashed.
“So tell me, Leila: am I not entitled to be upset as well?” he whispered as he slid his hand beneath my underwear.
I involuntarily spread my legs as he touched me in places I’d never been touched before. My breath hitched and I clutched the bed sheets as Ronan slowly glided a finger inside me.
“Next time when I tell you to stay put—” he murmured as he stroked his finger in and out.
“Ronan!” I gasped as I released the bed sheets and clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. “Please,” I begged, not knowing exactly what I was begging for but needing a release, and quickly.
“Yes, Leila?” he murmured against my lips, parting them as he spoke. “Tell me what you need.”
“I-I—”
Slicked in my wetness, he slid another finger inside me and I gasped, clutching him tighter. I felt myself being stretched as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. My eyes closed and I felt as if I teetered on the precipice before falling head-first into the abyss.
“Look at me, Leila,” he commanded. When I didn’t open my eyes, he stilled, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him. “When you come undone, I want you to be looking at me,” he whispered.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Please.”
I’d never felt so wound up and electric all at once. With each pump of his fingers, my hips gyrated, wanting more, wanting him to go faster. My breathing was heavy, and soft moans escaped my lips as I felt myself at the brink.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Faster.”
As I sucked in one last breath, Ronan’s lips crashed onto mine, silencing my scream as my arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to me. His kiss was all-consuming, as if he needed me to breathe. I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts were running wild not knowing what was right or left, up or down.
A whimpering moan escaped me when his thumb stroked my clit and all I could do was squeeze him tighter. Wanting more. My legs began to shake and I clenched his two fingers as he mercilessly pumped them faster and faster. I arched my back, bringing my chest to his, wanting more of his warmth.
“Ronan!” I gasped against his mouth. “I’m—”
He released my lips and stared deeply into my eyes as Icame undone beneath him. Our charged, gasping breaths were the only sounds in my chambers as I orgasmed.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” he whispered as his fingers slowed until he stopped once I jerked from the sensitivity. “If I could have you in my bed every night, I think I’d be the happiest man in Asteria.”
My eyes felt heavy, and my breathing slowed as I gradually released him, my arms falling slack beside me. “Ronan,” I muttered in a sleepy haze.
“Sleep, Princess,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”
With those parting words, I closed my eyes and fell into a blissful slumber.
7
Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I woke, my senses tangled in the soft embrace of my bedding. I lay sprawled across my bed in a haphazard fashion, a testament to a good night’s sleep. The rhythmic knock at my door pierced the serene silence. With a voice thick with sleep, I called out, “Come in!”
Tessa, adorned in the crisp attire of a court lady entered, carefully balancing a basin filled with water and a clean cloth draped over her arm. “Good morning, Your Highness,” she greeted, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet of the morning.
Greeting her with a yawn that I hastily smothered behind my hand, I managed a groggy, “Good morning,” in response.
“I brought some warm water to wash your face,” she offered, placing the basin on the nightstand with a gentle clink. She gestured to the other court lady who followed with a smaller basin. “As well as some water to brush yourteeth.” Once the court lady placed the basin down, she quickly left my chambers.
I rolled out of bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet as I approached the basin. The warm water was a shock to my senses, instantly dispelling the remnants of sleep as I splashed it over my face, meticulously cleaning the sleep from my eyes. Tessa handed me the cloth, which I accepted with a nod, drying off the droplets that clung to my skin. “How is everything out there?” I inquired as I moved on to brush my teeth.
Tessa hesitated and cleared her throat subtly. “Are you asking me how the court ladies are, or are you wondering about your late-night visitor?” Her eyebrow arched inquisitively, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken words between us.
I paused, caught in the act, and then laughter bubbled up from within me. “I'm guessing there will be no secrets between us,” I conceded, wiping my mouth with the cloth and tossing it aside.
“I don’t believe so, Your Highness. For me and Viktor to keep you safe, it's best if there aren’t any,” she replied, guiding me towards the vanity. Once seated, she began to brush my hair with gentle strokes. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Your Highness?”
I met her gaze in the mirror, a reflective pool of my own uncertainties. “Honestly? I don't know,” I confessed. “Ronan and I are … complicated. I know I shouldn’t like him, but …”
