Page 59 of The Prince's Bride: Part 2
“Gale, I...I...”
I silenced her moans and words, taking her mouth into mine.
“Ah!” She moaned, trembling as she came.
“Fuck.” I hissed. I held on to her as I thrust harder and harder until my vision blurred, all of me stilled as I came inside her.
We stayed there for a moment, covered in sweat and holding each other, catching our breath for a moment before our eyes met. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was too captivated by the sight of her to form words.
As if she knew, she kissed my lips. Gently, we lay back onto the bed, and I brushed the curls from her face, smiling.
“Odette.”
“Yes?”
“Nothing, I cannot think. I simply wished to say your name.”
“Good,” she whispered as she slowly pulled off me, resting beside me on the bed. It was so close, but not close enough. I missed the feel of her. Pulling her back to my body, I kissed her shoulder blade. We stayed in silence, gently touching and kissing one another. I waited for sleep to come, but I was far too aware of her.
And the more time that passed, the more I found myself wanting her again. How had I managed to go so long without sex?
Was it grief?
If so, she stole almost all of it out of me.
I want her.
I need her.
“Gale?”
“Hmm?” I glanced over to meet her gaze, but I shouldn’t have. Those eyes of hers could bring me to my knees.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I replied, cupping her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“You stopped moaning,” I replied, kissing her once more, rolling over on top of her.
“Then make me moan again,” she said when our lips parted.
“Happily,” I whispered, kissing down her body.
I felt so much better now.
I felt more at peace now with her in my arms than I ever thought possible. Even the sound of her breathing was comforting. Was that normal? I did not know. That was the reason why I sat outside her door, to begin with. When my mother found out, I was sure she would lecture me till kingdom come on why a prince could not be seen sitting in passageways, drinking. I knew that, too, but at that moment, I was simply looking for comfort, and when Odette opened the door and gave it to me, Sophia’s words faded to the back of my mind. And even now, I was too tired to think. Closing my eyes, I let the sleep come.
Beep.
Beep.
Ugh. I sighed, reaching to the side table for my phone, but I felt nothing.
Beep.
Beep.
