Page 56 of Lost Heir
My hands trembled as he guided me towards the bed. We sank down onto the soft blankets and for a moment, all worries faded away in his embrace. Our breaths mingled in the hushed chamber, the tension between us palpable yet exhilarating. Ronan's touch ignited a fire within me, a fire that threatened to consume all reason and restraint. I leaned in and captured his lips with mine in a fervent kiss that spoke of longing and desire.
His fingers traced patterns along my skin, setting every nerve aflame as we succumbed to the intoxicating dance of passion. The world outside faded away as we lost ourselves in each other, our hearts beating as one in the darkness.
I sighed contentedly as Ronan trailed his lips down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was electric, igniting a hunger within me that I had suppressed far too long. The room grew warmer with each passing moment, the air thick with anticipation.
“I want you more than anything,” Ronan murmuredagainst my skin, his voice husky with desire. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t seem to get enough.”
I met his gaze, my eyes filled with a silent plea for him to continue. “I want you,” I whispered, my voice hardly more than a sigh.
With a hunger that matched my own, Ronan's hands roamed my body, worshipping every curve and dip as if he was committing them to memory. The exquisite sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
As our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, an overwhelming rush of emotions flooded through me. Desire mingled with love, creating a potent elixir that bound us together in an unbreakable embrace.
Ronan peppered kisses down my body, leaving a fiery path in their wake. His lips stopped as he removed my cloak and roughly pulled my dress apart, revealing my bare skin to the moonlit room.
I trembled under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable in his arms. The desire in his crimson eyes was all-consuming, making my heart race with fear and curiosity.
With a gentle caress, Ronan lifted me onto the bed, our bodies pressing together as we indulged in our desire. The air was filled with a haze of lust and longing.
We moved together in a frenzied dance, our bodies syncing with the rhythm of our hearts. Each touch and kiss were a testament to our deep connection, a bond forged in the heat of passion and burned into our souls. But just as the embers of our love blazed brighter, a sudden noise shattered the tranquility of our stolen moment. Shouts outside my bed chambers jolted us apart with wide-eyed panic.
I held my breath, praying an unwelcome visitor hadn’t discovered our secret liaison. Ronan's hand tightened around mine, his expression a mix of concern and determinationas he moved to block me from anyone who might barge into the room.
When I heard the sound of steel against steel, I quickly grabbed a sheet and wrapped my body, afraid of what was to come. Ronan deftly slid into his trousers and barely had time to fasten them before the doors to my bed chambers burst open and Caelan stormed in.
“I knew it!” he growled. His expression was murderous as he glared daggers at the shirtless Crimson Clan warrior standing beside my bed. “Howdareyou touch her!”
The few days of privacy Ronan and I had shared was long gone.
Ronan tensed and fisted his hands. “You must not have realized it yet, but I’ll break it down to you here and now in very simple terms. Leila is mine. Always has been and always will be. No matter what you try, she’ll never be yours!”
Caelan swung his sword at Ronan, who easily dodged his sloppy strike. Unarmed, Ronan was forced to rely on his instincts and evade Caelan’s vicious attacks.
“You have no right!” Caelan shouted, each word punctuated with wild sword swings. “This woman ismyprize!Mybirthright! I willnotallow you to take what’smine!”
I watched in horror as my one-time friend attempted to murder the man I loved. I started to step between them to break up the fight, but Ronan gripped my arm and prevented me from interfering.
Viktor ran inside, his eyes wide at the scene before him. “I’m sorry, Your Highness! I tried to stop him, but—”
“Stopme?” Caelan scoffed. “You should have stoppedhim! He’s an animal!”
When Caelan stepped forward to attack Ronan again, I ripped my arm out of his grasp and held it up, seizingCaelan’s blood. He froze as I slowed his circulation, and he stumbled as if he was drunk.
“S-stop this,” he stuttered. “Lyanna!”
“I can’t do that,” I said. “You crossed the line, Caelan. I don’t know how far you’re willing to go, but I bet I can go further. So don’t test me.” Closing my fist to tighten the noose on his veins and emphasize my point, I released my hand and flung him out of my chambers. He crashed against the hallway wall hard enough to dislodge a portrait, the glass shattering as it hit the floor.
Ronan cut into my view and gently gripped my shoulders. “Leila, stop,” he pleaded. “I’ll handle him. Don’t worry.”
I glared up at him. “You’llhandle him?” I repeated. “How? You’re not even armed! Or dressed, for that matter. If he hurts you—”
“He won’t,” he promised. “I just don’t want you involved. If your family ever questions us about what happened here, I want the fault to lie with me, not you.”
“Who cares whose fault it is?” I shouted in frustration. “He’s going to tell everyone about us!”
Ronan furrowed his brows. “And? Do you have a problem with that?”
I didn’t know how to respond. The proper answer would beof course I don’t mind. But the truth was different. Ididhave a problem with it. If our relationship was made public, we would be criticized and cursed by all of Valoria. The Valorians still held deep-seated prejudices against the Crimson Clan. Prejudices that wouldn’t disappear overnight.
