205 vi. Breathless

“Are you uncomfortable in your seat?” the mad man would look at her with overwhelming desire in his eyes.

It is so unfortunate how she is now trapped here in the carriage with this towering man who seemed to have occupied every breathing space.

They were seated parallel to each other, but his large build made it impossible for their legs not to brush against each other no matter how hard she tries to stay in one corner.

The dazzling handsome prince with eyes the color of molten gold and his hair like gold strands so fine it almost hurts the eyes... ahhh, only she knows that the ever cool facade hides an obsessively insane perverted person.

The way his eyes would secretly trail all over her modestly covered body made her feel like she would burst into flames somehow.

“Well, not entirely your majesty. From the way you have looked at me like I am a delicacy served on a platter, to the way you occupied every breathable space in the carriage, and the way you asked me such a silly question though you knew exactly what you were doing, there is nothing awkward at all at this point,” she answered his majesty’s question with a carefully crafted innocent-looking smile on her face.

“Ahhhh... since the subtle approach didn’t work. Should I then resort to my more devious ways?” the deep baritone of his voice added much to his appeal.

She would shrug her shoulders and look away from him, focusing instead on the window beside her. There was no use trying sarcasm it seems.

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She wished they could just magically arrive at the crown prince’s hometown. Every minute spent with his highness was pure torture to her poor heart.

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Her eyes widened in shock when she was pulled into the crown prince’s arms. The sudden movement made her lose balance and be propelled forward into his lap.

“You baka,” she couldn’t help but castigate the prince but the rest of what she wanted to say got frozen as he gently cupped her cheeks.

“Whatever that word is, it seems it wasn’t something one would usually say to the crown prince,” she finds herself being captivated by him so unwillingly so.

“It means you are stupid, your highness,” she would regret it much later of course, but for now she couldn’t stop herself all because she couldn’t think.

A deep chuckle would escape his lips as his fingers touched her cheeks, “Since that is the case, then being reckless must easily come to someone with no coherent thoughts in his mind. An easy justification for what I really wanted to do.”

She didn’t even have the luxury to ask what it was that the prince wanted to do when he swooped her and settled her on his lap. She swears she could hear her own heartbeat from how hard her poor heart was beating.

“What do you think you are doing your highness?” she of course uttered her protest which was completely ignored by the crown prince.

“I am doing nothing except what an unthinking human would do,” she was unsure if the crown prince was teasing her or if he has been completely pissed off by what she just said.

“Which is?” she made the mistake of looking straight into his handsome face and once again being hypnotized by his golden eyes.

“This,” Dominus answered, his deep voice echoing into her ears as he leaned in for a kiss.

As their lips brushed she would struggle to get free from his hold but when he opened her lips to his kiss, she would get lost in the taste of him.

The intoxicating heat that seemed to emanate from the masculine man she so secretly desires as their lips brushed and their tongues danced in a most lascivious way made her feel like she was losing her mind.

“Don’t struggle, mademoiselle,” she would hear him whisper as he let go of her lips for a second.

“You belong to me,” it must be the way he said the words or the heady kiss he had just given her, but for whatsoever reason she couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

“I hungered for your kiss. I missed you for such a long time that it almost felt like I was trapped in hell, thirsting for a taste of your sweet lips once again,” it was the way he said it so seriously that made her heart leap.

“What do you mean you missed kissing me? We haven’t kissed until lately, your majesty,” she tried to correct him but he didn’t budge.

“You will never understand,” his fingers would brush softly against her cheek. “No, you will never understand what I mean or from when.”

Deep sorrow was reflected in those beautiful eyes of his as he continued, “How could you believe me over something that can not be explained? How could you trust in me when you knew me as someone who has always made you suffer in this life?”

She shook her head, not understanding what he said, “It is so unfair that I am always the one left with the memories of us. Next time. For when the next time comes, I wonder how it would feel to have our roles reversed. What if you are the one left with all the broken pieces of each yesterday we have shared?”

“Your highness... you sound absolutely mad,” it would have been more meaningful if only her tone didn’t betray her feelings. But how can anyone blame her when he looks at her like a completely broken soul?

What is it that pains the prince this way? What is it that made his highness trapped in such misery that made even her heart ache?

“I am mad,” even the way he answered her as he took her hands into his lips shook her feelings to the core.

What ills this proud prince that even his kisses felt desperate for her warmth? She is absolutely stunned and horrified by the way the heir to the throne seems to break before her eyes.

“Don’t you know it yet? I am mad, absolutely and irrevocably out of my mind. All because I want you, need you from the depths of my soul to the deepest seat of my heart. Mary, my queen. Cant, you try at all to remember? Can you really not recall at all how you once belonged to me? I want you... need you to belong to me once again,” his deep voice seemed to echo and ring in her ears.

Once again, she felt like her whole world is spinning. So fast and so relentlessly around her that it made her desperately cling to him, her fists balling up against the crown prince’s robe to prevent herself from falling.

His hand would steady her as one hand snaked around her waist and the other pulled her head towards his, until he could claim her lips again in one timely kiss.

“I am yours, my queen. I am always and forever will be your knight. And no matter how impossible it might be, I will never stop finding you. I will never stop being by your side. So why don’t you stop struggling? Tell me that you’ll be mine, the way that I had always been yours,” when he kissed her again, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was his words or the way he kissed her that made her feel breathless.