Chapter 212: Breathless
With every touch, Rose felt her body grow hotter, and her senses became more muddled. Her thoughts were harder to grasp, and the deeper the kiss got, the fewer constraints she had. The kisses were invasive, but there was a softness to them. Rose’s hand moved to the side of his face, cupping it as she kissed him back.
Caius broke the kiss, and Rose opened her eyes to see him staring at her. His pupils were dilated, making his irises look smaller than normal. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath while he slowly leaned back to a sitting position. Her hand dropped to the bed, but she didn’t stop looking at him, and neither did he.
Caius was still dressed in his full attire for the ball; he hadn’t taken a single piece of clothing off before he came to seek her. His eyes darkened as he stared at her up and down. He didn’t have the patience to take anything off. Perhaps it was a good thing she had spared him the trouble of taking off her dress—he might have ended up slicing it off with his sword.
Rose could see the lust in his eyes as he watched her lie on the bed. His hand moved to her legs, and he slowly started to lift her dress while still locking eyes with her. Rose jerked—his glove felt weird against her bare skin, a little cold, she was used to his warm hands.
Rose grabbed his hand on her thigh and lifted it so she could see. The crown prince gave her an odd stare, but he didn’t stop her; rather, he looked curious as to what she was about to do.
Rose tried to take off the leather glove, but it didn’t budge easily. She moved his hand closer to her face and bit into the tip of his finger, making sure it was just the leather. She moved her head backward while supporting it with her fingers to take off his glove.
It came undone, and Rose felt some accomplishment—but that quickly died when she looked at Caius. There was a dark, almost sinister look in his eyes, and Rose could tell immediately that she might have bitten off more than she could chew—literally.
Caius’s eyes flared, and she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt coming undone. It was too fast—he undid it with just one hand. However, she didn’t fully process it before the crown prince grabbed her by the legs, pulled her downwards so he could easily grab her waist, and lifted her off the bed.
"Your Majesty," Rose cried as she was placed over the crown prince’s legs. She was still dressed in her nightdress, and the robe was still on.
He planted her across his legs while he sat on the bed, and Rose had no choice but to straddle him. The first contact was heart-stopping, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to brace herself.