Redemption of Royals (Royal #1: Book 3) | ✔

39

Overwhelmed, I sniffle softly, my eyes teary.

"I love, love, love you, Taranya," He says with such intensity, the distance between us feels nonexistent. And when he walks up the stage, it starts to claw up my throat, daring me to confront the honesty of his confession. "If you were to feel the fraction of what I feel for you, you'd have been consumed with me right now, to the point you wouldn't be able to breath. Like a dying man's last gasp above the surface, before he sinks, embracing his fate." He stops in front of me, his eyes hard, the moonlight cutting through the edge of his sharp jaw.

"Why haven't you yet?"

"Wrecked ships don't die in the sea, Esther, they live there."

That does it. That snaps the last thread I had betted my rationality on. He knows his feelings, and he has been putting them across using words better than any artist could do using his art.

I slide a hand around his nape and draw him closer, crashing our lips together. He gasps over my lips, and we almost fall back, stumbling on my heels, but he catches me fast, his arms caging around my waist, holding me up safe against him.

We fight a battle, his desperation versus mine, his passion versus mine, his lust versus mine, and he wins. I let him. He can control my body as I control his heart. He can have me the way he wants as I have him without any conditions, without any trade.

So we sink to the floor, our legs giving in to the gravity of our lust. I straddle his lap, and he spreads a hand on the floor, the other moulding my body to his so we're pressed, chest to chesh, hip to hip, face to face. Then he brings the other hand to tuck an open strand behind my ear, lowers the thick, deft fingers to my chin, and pulls me in for another slow, ever so consuming kiss.

By the time we pull apart, I'm breathless and heady.

"I need to take a shower. I'm drenched in sweat." I brush my lips over his, my hands sinking into the glorious, muscled dip between his pecs. I spread my hands afar, and my thumb hovers over his right nipple, before I press my finger into it, receiving a deep, sharp breath from him. His hand quickly latches over the back of my palm, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I don't care. This moment is perfect." He mumbles, stroking his thumb over my knuckles, before he brings my hand to his lips, kissing the tip of my fingers fondly.

An idea blows up like a light bulb in my head. "I've a way to make this more clean and scandalous," my lips tilt at the corners at the last word.

He frowns.

"Wait a minute," I get off his lap, cocking a brow at the proud tent in his pants. He doesn't shy away or close his legs, he lets me see the effect of a simple kiss has on his body. "Stay here," turning around, I get off the round stage and approach the bay windows, grabbing the remote control the house butler left me with after getting me acquainted with its functions.

I point at the chandelier hanging above the round stage and press a button. It spreads a dull white light on the stage, before a dim orange glow lits up around the ceiling medallion. His jaw drops in awe. I choose that moment to turn on the water showers.

"What the fuck!?" He drapes an arm across his eyes, sheltering himself from the rain shower.

I chuckle and set the settings to low, so it doesn't feel like the shower is hitting you in face. Then I walk back to the stage, climb it and stand underneath the artificial rain shower, spreading my arms afar and welcoming the water on my skin.

"What's the purpose of this?" He asks, looking at me innocently flabbergasted.

"What do you think of watching a woman dance in the rain?"