Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 83: Flashback: You want this too

Love... What is love? When a person falls in love, what are the factors to consider? How do you know what you are feeling is love?

Does love at first sight even exist? At what point do you consider that your feelings are the real deal... love? Does time matter when it comes to love?

These were the kind of thoughts Luciana was having, staring into his sinful hazel eyes.

She had just met him today, but he was right; all her life, she had only known that black was black and white was white; there was no in-between.

But what if someone barges into your life, and, for the shortest possible time, they are able to thwart your beliefs so much so that the very foundations of everything you believe in are shaken? Nicholas was the epitome of the word "walking temptation."

"I...I am...I don’t love you, Prince Nicholas," she finally blurted out.

"Then I guess I’ll have to take you away by force... I can take you far away to a place no one knows... You would belong to me; you’d only be mine," he growled possessively as his hand went behind her waist and forcefully yanked her to him, their bodies clashing and their gazes locked in a raw intensity of their feelings.

One’s eyes held fear, and the other’s eyes were stormy, wild, and full of darkness.

"You... you wouldn’t dare," Luciana meekly said, her voice trembling.

"Why wouldn’t I? I have never begged for anything in my life; whatever I want, I get, and you’re no different. I want you, Luciana, and I will have you... I can tell from how your body is trembling at my touch, how your eyes are fluttering, and how your heart is drumming in your chest, mirroring mine, that you want this too," he whispered huskily, a smirk dancing across his darkened countenance.

Luciana swallowed hard; she gulped, seeing his bare chest that was now visible in front of her due to his roughness a moment ago, and her gaze moved upwards to his strong neck and studied his sinfully handsome face.

"You want this too, don’t you?" He whispered seductively, his finger trailing her chin, and like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn’t help moving her head in the direction of his hand.

It was as if she was a pet seeking the hypnotizing caress of their master. Nicholas took her silence as acceptance that she wanted this.

That she wanted him too, so he dipped his face into the crook of her neck; her scent was stronger there, and in the next moment, she felt a wet and hot tongue licking the side of her neck and began to suck on the spot, his actions leaving marks in its wake and a burning sensation within her.

His wet tongue licked her ears and began to suck on it before he slowly grazed his teeth on her earlobe, causing her to let out a low moan.

Luciana’s uneven breath came out in gasps and sounded erratic. She stiffened, but in the next moment, she melted at his touch. It was uncontrollable, and she couldn’t even stop him.

She felt like she was drowning; whatever he was doing to her, she wanted more of it; it was evident in the way she tilted her head to the side to give him more access—she was needy for his touch, and it aroused the air around them.

He began to kiss her lips fervently in a hungry mesh of flesh. He dug his fingers into her hips and squeezed the flesh. She gasped, and he gained entry, sliding his tongue into her warm mouth in a searing hot kiss.

His kiss was domineering and rough, but Luciana was too lost in the euphoria of the moment to care; he sucked, nibbled, and licked everything in her mouth, tasting the sweets he had fed her.

He was drunk on her intoxicating wine, and he wanted more. He pulled back to allow her to breathe and kissed her again when she had breathed enough.

He hoisted her up against himself and began approaching the bed with urgent steps and lowered her onto the bed, covering her with his body. He didn’t allow her to think; his movements were fast but pleasurable.

He didn’t want her to think straight; he wanted to use her weakness and arousal to his advantage. He began to trail kisses along her neck and chin, further arousing her.

In one rough pull, he tore off the thin straps of her robes and slipped his hands underneath them. His cold hands slipped underneath her garment and began to fondle and caress her body, his touches igniting a fire within her everywhere they touched, causing a wet pool to form between her legs.

He continued to kiss her with hungry fervor. He was like a starved beast who was finally being fed; lust and desire clouded his gaze, causing Luciana’s heart to do a somersault when he gazed at her.

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the emotions swirling within his eyes; what shook her heart to the core was that even under the dim candlelight, she swore she could see herself in those hazel eyes of his.

Nicholas could not hold it in any longer; he held her legs and parted them and grunted in approval when she parted them wider on her own.

He gulped at the sight of her flushed face and her shy countenance as she peeked at him through her lashes. He settled himself between her parted legs.

His calloused hands tracing her body, sobering her up a little; when he parted her robes and his cold hands grabbed her breast, she froze.

She began to push him off her with all her might, but he was as firm as an immovable mountain.

"You... Your Highness," she breathed out his name through heavy pants, but he ignored her.

"Nicholas! Please... stop!"

That did it.

Seeing he was distracted, she hurriedly covered herself up and swung her arms, slapping him hard across the face. The impact caused his cheeks to redden almost immediately.

She wanted to slap herself for what she had done. This was so bad, so appalling! It went against all the teachings in her life.

If it had been anyone else who had slapped him, heads would be rolling, but because it was her, Nicholas held back.

"I don’t ever want you to appear in front of me... I hate you!" She yelled, tears pooling in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She had enjoyed it; she should be punished for committing such an atrocious deed.

Nicholas saw the tears in her eyes that threatened to fall and closed his eyes. He took in a long breath, and by the time he opened them again, all those intense emotions had disappeared; in their place was their usual coldness.

"So be it," he said, and as if she was in a dream, one moment, he was next to her, and the next moment, he was gone, leaving her all alone.