Chapter 252: What Did He Want?
Caius stood up from the bed. Rose lay with a dazed look on her face. Her face was flushed, and her lips were red. Caius was starting to think that perhaps red was his favorite color—or Rose just wore it well. Be it her hair, the freckles on her cheeks, or the red marks he left on her skin after their lovemaking.
He frowned at this odd thought because, no matter what she looked like during sex, he knew she wanted nothing more than to leave. She didn’t want to be here in the first place.
He was out of it and certainly not satisfied, even after he had his way—but he knew it was best to stop now. More for his sake than even hers.
He had thought she wouldn’t come to him, and then when he came close, she tried to push him away. Caius had completely lost it then. It was hard to put into words how he felt, but he was suddenly reminded of times he didn’t want to think about.
She blinked and pushed herself to a sitting position, pulling her legs to herself. She wrapped the robe around her, and Caius didn’t miss her body language.
It reminded him of the first time. He hadn’t cared then—he could take her whenever he wanted. That was what he wanted after all. But now it was hard to ignore the tight feeling in his chest, as though it was hard to breathe.
He wanted her—there was no doubt about it—but he didn’t think it was in the simple way he thought. Having her here no longer seemed to be enough.
What did he want?
He knew he didn’t want to let her go. He could give a lot of reasons for that. No one turned him on as much as she did, and he knew he could never get enough of her.
However, there was more—which was as surprising as it was annoying. He enjoyed playing chess with her, the way she furrowed her brows when she concentrated, how hard she tried even though she could never beat him.