Chapter 177: His Grasp
Rose ended up needing a balm for her shoulder. Thankfully, one of the maids got her some. Rose wasn’t surprised when the maid didn’t ask what she needed it for. The balm did help, and by the time she was in the crown prince’s bedchambers, she could barely feel the pain in her shoulder.
The crown prince stood a foot away from her. She had waited for him to get ready after he got into the room where she was waiting for him, and as soon as he was done, he dismissed the servants immediately and closed the gap between them in long, quick strides.
Rose didn’t anticipate what was happening until he got close enough. She took a step back in shock, but her back came into contact with the wall. She moved her hand to the back, her palm resting against the wall.
"Your Majesty," she said, for lack of what to do.
Caius bent his head forward. His hair was still wet, and a little water landed on her face. Rose lifted her hand to wipe it, but the crown prince beat her to it. His thumb was exceedingly careful as it wiped the drop of water away from her cheek.
But he didn’t move his head away, and another drop landed on her cheek. Another on her nose, then another on her forehead, and each time he wiped them off. With every movement of his hand, Rose shut her eyes, but he never stopped looking at her.
He was close enough to pin her against the wall with his body, and his wet hair wasn’t helping much. Rose didn’t like being trapped like this, so she sought a way to get out of his grasp. She bent her head and tried to slip out the side, but the crown prince grabbed her hand.
Rose gasped as he lifted her hand and pinned it to the wall, truly locking her in. He slipped his other hand between her and the wall as he held her waist. Rose’s back pressed against the wall while she could feel his hardness against her stomach.
He brought his chin down and took her lips into his own. It felt like waves crashing into each other. His hand on her wrist, pinning her against the wall, pulled away, and her hand fell. Rose felt him press up against her, and it was like every single part of his body hummed.
She could feel his urgency with the kiss that deepened. His hand on her waist moved downwards. He grabbed the back of her head and gently kneaded her scalp.
Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, and she had to wrap her legs around him for balance. Her dress hitched high up to her waist to accommodate the sudden movement. She could feel his hard-on press against her sensitive spot. Rose shivered. If it weren’t for the robe...
His hand on her backside hitched lower, past the end of the dress and even further down, curving. Caius stopped abruptly, moving his hand from her rear to her waist. He broke the kiss and slid her down his body, and without saying a word, turned around and started walking away.
Rose blinked once, twice, as she tried to recover. She could still feel him on her lips from how hard he had kissed her. The crown prince was rarely gentle with his kiss. She had thought it would lead to something else and had mentally prepared herself for it, but right now, she wasn’t sure how to feel.