Thea
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I tried to keep my composure with the last of my strength, but under the searching gaze of those bloody eyes, it beca more and more difficult to do it. For a second, it even seed to that the color of Raphael’s eyes beca darker, deeper. It must be all the fault of a trick of the light.
He continued to provoke with dirty words, and I didn’t know where to go from sha and embarrassnt. I was angry at him, but his hands were doing so kind of magic with my body, and it refused to obey my mind. Stupid body, it’s like it’s in cahoots with Raphael, leaving out.
Each of his touches responded in with a tremor and a nascent fla. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to hate him, but... I wanted him... even more of his touch. Like last ti.
No even more than last ti.
I wanted to feel his lips on my skin, and especially on my lips.
My heart was squeezed by the pictures that my imagination and my mories drew.
But there was another important point that still helped to stay afloat and did not let rush into this shaky abyss.
Giselle.
And their upcoming wedding.
He takes for a girl of easy virtue, who is so easy to use and throw away as an unnecessary thing when she fulfills the role assigned to her. The chest seed to sting, it beca unpleasant and painful.
Out of resentnt, I myself did not notice how much I pressed my lips together until my mouth was filled with a sour taste of iron, and thin warm trickles of blood began to flow from my lips, paving a path down my neck.
The sharp pain sobered too quickly, and then Raphael pulled up. Now I was sitting on his lap, facing him.
He cupped my cheeks with both hands and furrowed his eyebrows, breathing heavily and not taking his gaze off .
Did he look worried? Or was it my imagination? Or do you want to believe it?
He didn’t say anything, just stroked my cheek with his thumb, tracing the trickle of blood on my neck with his eyes. And swallowed nervously.
I ran my tongue over my lower lip all the way to the corner and back, and when I heard Raphael swear, I felt the softness of his lips on mine.
His hands slid around my waist, squeezing tighter and pulling closer to him, leaving almost no space between our bodies. His lips gently, very gently and smoothly glided over mine. It was a strange kiss, it seed as if he was not kissing, but licking the blood that was oozing from open wounds.
He pulled away from his lips without getting inside with his tongue. I was annoyed because I wanted to taste it again. A smooth tongue began to slide along my chin, interspersed with short kisses, making its way lower, caressing my neck with hot breath.
- Tasty... - he whispered sensually into my neck, without interrupting his kisses. When he finished with the neck, he looked away again and caught up with . There were traces of my blood on his lips, and he ran his tongue over them, licking off the remnants with a smug smile.
– Sweet. - another complint ca from his lips, caressing my ear.
Hot air accumulated between us in a dense cloud from our breathing. We didn`t take our eyes off each other and this led to another kiss on the lips, but now passionate and withering, after which only a pile of ashes remains.
I didn’t have ti to breathe at all while his greedy, hungry mouth devoured , tortured , teased with a cheeky tongue. His hands squeezed my waist possessively, as if wanting to squeeze into his body and I liked it. Oh, how I liked it, to the point of trembling in my knees, which, by the way, were trembling now.
I was sitting on his lap, completely shaless, without panties, and with my very center of nerve endings, I felt a rock-hard bulge that rubbed there from below with pressure, forcing to groan and sigh faintly.
- You’re driving crazy. – in a strangled voice, mixed with a low moan, he whispered in my ear.
His hands now dropped below the waist and grabbed my hips, pushing my inept modest fidgeting on it. And I gave him what he wanted. I squird harder, feeling his manhood grow even stronger. It’s better for and him.
God, when did I beco so depraved?
My fantasy has always been limited to romances and conversations with girlfriends, but now my body seed to know better than what it wanted. I no longer controlled him, everything happened at the level of instincts that I succumbed to.
- What about Giselle? - I asked a provocative question, in that brief mont when our lips parted.
He looked at with fervor and his eyes flashed with... fun?
Bewildernt boiled up in , and I leaned back a little, pushing away from his chest with my hand and creating a distance between us. So he thinks it’s funny? To ss with my brains, seduce and tease while he is going to marry another?
Not that I was going to marry him, I never even had such thoughts, but I desperately did not want to be used in palace intrigues, and even more so disgraced and dishonored.
What a tornt it is to want and not be able to have what I want.
The laughter in his eyes subsided, and his expression beca more restrained. He pinched a lock of my hair between his fingers and twisted it around his finger, prompting to move closer so as not to experience pain.
- I know it bothers you, but there’s nothing you can do about it. I need this marriage. - he paused, his gaze darted to the side and returned to . - But I don’t need Giselle.
These words of his stunned . Eyes wide, I waited for an explanation. What does it all an? So he’s using both of us? How can he do that?
Although who am I lying to, I didn’t care about Giselle at all. More precisely, it was as if a mountain had fallen from my shoulders from the realization that he had no feelings for her.
And who am I to him? Does he have feelings for ? Or can he and Giselle also play these gas, without feelings?
Sothing led in the wrong direction, I make myself uncomfortable with these thoughts. Raphael’s fingers on my chin distracted from my thoughts. He leaned his forehead against mine and rubbed his nose against mine.
- I used to want to get rid of you. If I had caught you under different circumstances, I would have done it unconditionally. But it’s like you’re getting through my defenses and destroying it. I can’t think of anyone or anything but you. I can’t resist you. - his voice was a sensual whisper.
He pulled back a little and jerked his head up, exhaling sharply and deeply. His emotions were barely readable, but right now I noticed how hard it was for him to say these words and how hard it was for him to keep his composure.
Emboldened, I put my hands on his chest, earning his gaze.
- Promise you won’t hurt . - I said faintly.
His brows furrowed and his lips curved.
- It’s going to hurt you if you’re around . It’s inevitable. - his hand rested on my head, stroking and tucking so curls behind my ears.
- Then what do you want from ? – I raised my voice slightly, it was like cats scratching in my soul, I didn’t understand him.
- Just stay close to . - he kissed lightly on the tip of my nose.
- And what will I get in return?
- . - he spread his hands, indicating his completely immodest greatness.
I carefully got off his lap, grateful to him that he didn’t hold back. And straightened her dress. A cool breeze caressed my tender folds between my legs. The panties lying on the floor next to the bed were completely torn, could not be repaired. I picked them up and threw them in the trash.
- It’s too epheral.
- And what do you want? Raphael asked, sprawled out on my bed.
- I want a more or less normal life in this castle. Without humiliation, insults and assault. Without pain. - I lowered my gaze to the floor, studying the cracks in the parquet pattern.
When I looked up, Raphael was already standing next to , towering over like an unshakable mountain.
- I’ll try to think of sothing. In the anti... be prepared that we will visit your father in the next few days. An invitation was sent from Riliya to celebrate the birthday of Queen Lilian. It’s a great excuse to be there without backup.
I was looking forward to my appearance there with doubt, but Raphael noticed my confusion.
- You have nothing to worry about. No one will lay a finger on you. - his words inspired confidence. Or so I wanted to think.
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After he left my room, I was left with so dissatisfaction. I was sitting on the bed with my legs tucked up and my arms wrapped around my knees, and everything was itching inside.
Stupid Raphael. You’ve done it twice already.
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