The Forgotten Princess Rose-Chapter 250

Warning. Mature content.

"W-Wait," Rose whispered, placing her hand on Zayne’s bare chest.

"I can’t," Zayne replied.

Rose closed her eyes. freewёbnoνel.com

The estate was finally quiet after his mother left to head home but Zayne was certain she was going to the palace. Their floor was cleared after returning inside from their walk.

Rose didn’t get much of a chance to show off the dresses gifted to her as Zayne took her to their bed. The dress was long forgotten and now Rose knew that Zayne either didn’t have any interest in them or she had kept him waiting so long to be intimate that she needed to wait for any time to show him.

Rose couldn’t recount how she found herself seated on top of Zayne with him already inside of her. She clung to him as he held her close. Her chest was exposed to him as the straps of the thin dress were pushed over her shoulders.

Rose didn’t have time to be embarrassed or shy when her mind was consumed by Zayne. All she thought of was him

This was long overdue.

"Zayne," she cried out his name after he squeezed her buttocks. It had not done it gently but it didn’t hurt.

Her cheeks were flushed and her body was hot. Their bodies were pressed against each other, sharing warmth.

Rose wrapped her arms around Zayne’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She was apologetic to him as she wasn’t used to this overwhelming feeling yet. Zayne was more energetic than her so she folded faster than he did.

Rose felt him kiss her cheek and slowed down. She was meant to be the one moving but Zayne had somehow taken the lead. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."

"We just started," Zayne teased her.

Rose bit his shoulder. They had not just started.

Zayne was the one who hurried her back to their bedroom as soon as his mother left and cleared out the floor so no servant came to disturb them or Rose didn’t need to worry about anyone hearing them.

It took some convincing to have him wait for her to get changed into one of the dresses said to make these early days fun and then when she stepped out, he wasted no time lifting and taking her to bed.

Zayne stopped moving as he laughed at Rose biting him. "You must know that biting me doesn’t give the reaction you are hoping for. Do it again."

Rose wouldn’t bite him again now that she knew he found pleasure in it. She sat back to get a good look at him, something she regretted as he entered her again.

Zayne held her waist to keep her in place. "Would you be so kind as to move?"

Rose wasn’t confident but she continued to move without Zayne’s help. She had to be doing something right since it looked like Zayne enjoyed her.

Rose let go of putting too much thought into their intimacy and placed her hands in his hair. She didn’t know what the obsession was with his hair but her hands always ended up there, giving his hair a slight tug which shouldn’t hurt him.

He responded with her name or a moan so Rose knew she wasn’t hurting him.

Her fingers slipped through his hair to his back where her nails dug into his skin as Zayne started to move again instead of her having her do all the work this time.

Rose bit her lip, not because she was fearful of anyone hearing. It helped to not be so lost in the clouds with what she experienced. She had never felt anything like this before and no matter how many times they were intimate, it didn’t grow old to her. The same feelings were always present.

"Sorry," she apologised for hurting him with her nails. Rose didn’t mean to and she could only apologise now after it happened.

"It’s fine,’ Zayne replied. He rested his hand on her lower back.

Rose was too much of a fast learner. He only needed to tell her what to do and she picked up on how to do it just as he liked.

He knew she had already finished before him and he wasn’t too far behind. Again, he emptied himself inside of her and kissed her cheek as he did so. She was tired, he could tell but he wasn’t done yet. He would help to build her stamina.

The night was too early to call it quits already.

Zayne waited for Rose to regain her energy.

Rose didn’t understand how it was so easy for him to want to go again. Had she gotten married to a beast? What could she do to tire him out fast?

"It isn’t fair that I am always the one who gets tired first," Rose muttered, jealous of Zayne.

Zayne laughed and pinched her cheeks. "I train regularly, Rose. It’s only natural that you can’t keep up with me. You still do a good job. I hope you are not tired," he said, moving Rose’s hair out of the way to reveal her breasts to him.

After numerous compliments, Zayne noticed that she wasn’t quick to hide herself from him. She still blushed here and there but she trusted his compliments and didn’t think little of her body.

Rose knew he was eager to go again since she felt that eagerness inside of her. Their poor sheets were ruined. "I am not tired but not like this," she said, wanting a change in how they were.

She was seated on top of Zayne with him reaching further than he did before. There were too many moments when she experienced a strange feeling like he was knocking the air out of her when he entered her. She could only do this once and needed a break from it before she went limp with exhaustion and their intimacy had to stop now.

"Do not laugh," she poked his shoulder. Rose knew this had to be fueling his ego. It was all his fault.

Zayne brought Rose’s hand up to his lips to kiss it. "I am not laughing at you. You have no idea how cute you are now. I can’t get enough of you."

Zayne lifted Rose off of him and laid her down to the right of him. He turned to be above her.

He admired her beauty. She lit up the estate with her smile no matter where she went. She brought new life to his home.

"Zayne?" Rose called him since he didn’t move.

She watched as he lifted her leg to kiss it. Rose gripped a handful of the blanket beneath her.

"Say my name again."