THE FAE PRINCESS 8
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Adam laid low. His robes a slim contrast with the darkening sky, pale skin glinting from the setting sun. As the breeze blew, his lids grew heavy, head tilting from lack of sleep.
However, the sounds of approach jolted him up. He turned carefully, laying himself down on the dirt, his head barely above the rise of the slopes as looked down at the commotion. His brother.
Adam’s breath held still as all came to a halt. His eyes stayed on the coach with the flag. As the door burst open, Adam’s heart skipped multiple beats, his hands trembled and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Boots dropped from the coach, drawing out the moment like time had been slowed. Adam’s discomfort turned into pants of clear panic, his eyes closed for a moment.
He opened his eyes and a pang went straight to his chest at the sight of his brother; Ashton. Covered in robes as black as night, hair scraped at the sides. Adam did not miss the gentlemanly way he’d assisted the young girl out of the coach, but that was the least of his concerns.
His eyes fixed on his brother, drinking him in. From his Mohawk to his heavy footwear. Unlike him, Ashton possessed skin that has been kissed by the sun; tanned and bronze like. Shoulders broad enough to weight gaint birds. Right now, they hide the face of the girl.
A few moments later, her back was all he could see. She possessed red hair like her mother. Her hand remained in Ashton’s grip as he led her away, a hand on her lower back.
Adam’s eyes narrowed, suspicion slinking at him. He lowered himself again, now more collected and calm. His eyes darted around before settling on the last rays of the sun as it dipped. He sat still for minutes trying to work a way through. He thought he was ready to face his brother. He wasn’t. He needed to get the girl out without being noticed.
Ashton led Roma away and into a prepared tent. A bed made of fur and feathers lay dominantly in the small space. A small quilt pillow and a blanket thrown over the make-bed.
Roma sat cross legged on the soft entity, her hands brushing over for a feel of it.
“What unfortunate animal had to pay the price for this?” She asked Ashton who remained at the entrance observing her.
“Two mountain bears.” He said
Roma gave him her attention, “And you killed them yourself?” He nodded. Roma’s lips parted a bit as a breath left them. Ashton closed the space between then, settling in front of her, close enough to feel his giving warmth.
“Were you always so warm blooded?”
Ashton lifted a brow in statement and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re always hot.”
“And how would you know? I’ve been told I’m too cold.”
“Well that’s not my…” she trailed off at the glint in his eye. She turned bright pink at the memory of what they had done, her body tingling in an unexpected way. Ashton’s nose flared and his eyes glowed, transforming from their obsidian black to silvery gray pools for a second before returning to their original form.
“You were saying?” He asked, his voice had taken a dangerous turn, low with a hum that went straight to her lower region.
“I-” Roma looked for a way of escape. She wasn’t immune to him. Her body responded in a way it never has to any other man. Certain parts of her tightened so deliciously painful against the fabrics of the cloak she’d worn thanks to Ashton.
His eyes dropped, seeming to sense her reaction and if it was possible, his eyes darkened further and he released a growl that was almost not human.
“Roma,” he called, and she responded, her body giving in to the lull of his voice. His hands moved to her waist and before she could blink, she was straddling his thighs. She felt the unmistakable statement of desire between his legs, warm and hard.
His head dipped and her skin lighted with liquid fire where his lips touched. Her hands gripped his shoulders, leaning in to give him access. Roma felt like she was encased in a giant blanket of mind boggling spells. Her heartbeat pounding in her ears when he kissed a spot below her ear.
His hands were searching, unrelenting. His lips firm, his kisses gentle, and yet, it felt like she was breaking into a million pieces melting into the pit of lava forged in her stomach.
Then it stopped. He stopped. She opened her eyes and he was looking at her with so much hunger it was almost feral.
“I have a few things to attend to. You stay here. They’ll bring your dinner and I’ll be back.”
Roma’s features turned to a light frown, the feeling of being dipped in a pool of desire slowly dissipating and in its place came the bitter feeling of being kept. She pushed against him to break free but he held on. Her strength was no match for his.
“I can go wherever I want. You don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.”
He chuckled darkly, “I know. But I’m not giving you orders. I just want you safe. After what happened last time…”
His body tensed and Roma had the strong urge to curl around him; comfort him but she didn’t. Rather, her palm caressed his face.
He leaned into her touch, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. Two men will be stationed at the entrance until I can return. Meanwhile, I have given orders for your dinner to be served.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“A couple of hours. I need to scour the perimeter and make sure it’s safe. I made the mistake of not doing that previously.”
Roma nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead tenderly before gently dropping her from his laps. Roma watched him leave but could still feel his hands and lips everywhere.
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