Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 60 — Night at an Inn (2) [18+]

"A future?" Lucian repeated, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "And what do you think that future should look like? Children? A home?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "With someone like you? You’d destroy—"

"Do you think I’d destroy a child too?" Cynthia interrupted, her voice surprisingly sharp, as if she was losing control of herself, which was unlike her. "Hate me if you must. But what about the child born from you? Would you despise your own blood because I’m its mother?"

Lucian’s expression darkened. He turned fully towards her, his gaze locking onto hers. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Cynthia’s question lingered between them like a living shadow moving through the air.

"Don’t twist my words," he said finally.

"I’m not," she responded, releasing his hand and letting it fall between them. "I just want to know... if you’d even consider it. Or if you’re going to keep pretending I don’t exist."

Lucian parted his lips to speak, then closed it. He didn’t have the words to say what was in his mind. His fingers twitched as if remembering the warmth of her cheek. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch her. But he couldn’t let his desires get the better of him. She was an Eldorian, the princess of the country he despised the most.

"I—"

"Just for tonight," she whispered, leaning closer to him. He could feel the heat of her breath against his lips.

This is dangerous.

A thought crossed Lucian’s head but was buried under Cynthia’s speech which continued.

"Please... let’s forget everything. If we’re truly strangers... show me that we are. Prove it. Let’s be strangers for the night. I will not be Cynthia De Luminas, the princess of Eldoria whom you hate, nor Cynthia Von Gwyndor, your wife whose face you refuse to see. And you will not be Lucian Von Gwyndor, the man I married, the man who is so nice, so kind, yet doesn’t hesitate to hurt me," her voice trembled as if she would burst into tears at any second.

"Just for tonight...let’s be nothing yet everything to each other... Treat me like a woman and nothing more or less, and I will treat you as the man you are," She slowly whispered with a weak voice, her eyes seeming to scream not to leave her or she might break.

Seeing such a vulnerable state which he could never imagine, something snapped in Lucian as if he had just noticed the beauty of the young woman before him. The beauty he discarded due to her origins— her bloodline.

But if she wasn’t an Eldorian... would I ignore her? These amethyst eyes... these coral lips... and that soft and innocent gaze.

A raw, almost desperate need flashed across his face, betraying his usual cold demeanour.

Nothing mattered to him more than this moment— she had said everything that he needed to forget.

"Just for tonight," he replied, shifting his body to take a proper seat on the bed. He cupped her cheeks and closed the gap between them, his mouth descending on hers in a kiss that was more a mixture of emotions than anything else... anger, attraction, and something else neither could name...everything except love.

It cannot be love.

Cynthia told herself, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth of his skin which sent a shiver down her spine. The softness of the contact left her breathless. A craving stirred within her, making her wrap her arms around his neck, refusing to let go.

"At least for tonight, he is mine," she thought, her grip tightening, almost no space left between their bodies.

Their breaths mingled, shallow and erratic, as they both fought against the need for air in order to keep their lips in sync. None of them wanted to let go for fear the other would detract from the whole act.

When a low moan escaped from her, Lucian’s tongue found its opportunity to fulfill its desire and slipped inside her mouth, seeking hers.

She responded instantly, the sweet taste of his, fueling a fierce, wild hunger within her insides. In her past life, she had always craved him, and tonight she could finally let down her guard and let him have her, just as she had always wished to have him.

Lucian’s hands, once steady on her cheeks, began to explore beyond. His fingers traced a slow path down the line of her neck, just above the curve of her chest, hesitating to touch her further. Meanwhile, his other hand cradled the back of her head, making sure the kiss wasn’t interrupted, his fingers gently running through her soft still-wet hair.

Unlike her expectations, his touch was strangely careful, almost reverent, as if he were touching a delicate glass which could break at any moment.

Feeling his warm fingertips running on her skin, Cynthia’s body began to heat up as if she were thrown into a fire. She wanted to tell him to stop but she dared not. Because the moment she did, he would obey and everything would end...something she didn’t desire.

Her body felt weird. It was a strange new sensation but she didn’t hate it. Unlike the loathing she carried, this feeling sent a sense of freedom where she didn’t need to do anything else but focus on her body, on his body, on their actions. She only ever felt this free when she once visited the sea. The sounds of the waves calmed her, and now his slow movements were calming the turmoil of her mind.

"Are you sure about this?" Lucian whispered, breaking the silence in the room while pulling out of the kiss, his emerald eyes glimmering as they locked into Cynthia’s violet gaze.

She froze for a moment, listening to his soft and gentle tone, one she wasn’t used to.

Was this all she needed for him to speak in a tone she yearned for? A soft smile formed on her flushed face, and she nodded without whispering anything in return. She was afraid that even listening to her voice would make him want to leave her in a heartbeat if he were reminded that she was Cynthia, the woman he probably hated the most in the world.

Noticing her head move slightly in a nod, Lucian’s lips curled into a smile. His fingers brushed through her skin, stopping on her nipples. To which the once soft peaks began to harden.

A soft gasp escaped Cynthia, startled by the sudden sensation.

I-It feels good...

She wanted to express, however, the words caught in her throat.

Lucian gently wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her dress. A smirk formed on his lips while noticing she had no bra on her, her bare chest exposed to his personal delight.

"Have you perhaps been preparing for this to happen?" He questioned in a little low mocking tone.

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