Chapter 185: Command And Lust
"Your Majesty!" Rose yelled as soon as her eyes rested on the figure in front of her door. To say she was shocked was an understatement.
It was the crown prince in his full regalia. Rose didn’t think she had ever seen him dressed in this manner before. He stood tall in a deep crimson cloak, the fabric heavy and embroidered with gold thread. Beneath it, he wore a fitted black tunic trimmed with gold lining.
His black gloves were spotless, his boots polished to a mirror sheen. Every detail about his attire declared his status—not just as the prince, but as one who would soon inherit the throne. He looked every bit the future king.
Caius closed the gap between them in one stride. "At least look a little happy to see me," he whispered as he bent his head down.
His voice sounded heavy, a mix of something Rose couldn’t place her finger on, and if she wasn’t so shocked to see him, she might have thought that he missed her.
Rose didn’t know how to react when his handsome face was only inches from hers. The fact that she thought he was handsome was already a cause for concern. His breath caressed her lips and she found that she couldn’t look away.
She told herself it was the shock of him suddenly appearing at her doorstep. He had said something, but all she had heard was how he sounded—the words didn’t mean much to her.
He grabbed her chin before she could think of stepping back—not that she had thought of doing so—and kissed her soundly in front of her doors. Right where guards lined the hallway of the crown prince’s floor.
Rose forgot where she was as he kissed her in that familiar way. Sudden, almost forceful, molding her lips so they adhered to his wishes. She couldn’t breathe, but right now it didn’t feel like breathing was all that important. She could feel her heart beating through her chest, her skin thrumming as the kiss deepened.
His fingers ran into her hair and he grabbed her rear, pressing her against his body. She could feel his hard-on almost instantly, and it sent tingles all over her body. What was this? she asked herself, but Rose didn’t have the chance to think of the answer.