[warning: smut]
I turn and toss in my bed, trying to get comfortable on the soft mattress, but it feels impossible. Alex told me everything that happened—told me why he broke down the way he did. It's all because of my father, and I can't help but feel at fault for it, too. This is why he hates royalty.
After a few moments of unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep, my feet swung off the bed, sliding into my white, fuzzy slippers. I tug at my nightgown—a silky, lilac fabric with a lacy, square neckline—and slip into the dark corridors outside of my bedroom.
The hallways are only lit by the old-fashioned wall lamps, and occasionally, palace guards pass by. None of them notice me, though, as I blend into the shadows with ease.
Eventually, I end up wandering into the western wing of the palace. The western wing is where all the guards live, but I'm only looking for one person. Alex. I want to make sure he's okay.
As I make my way to his room, I catch glimpses of some more guards passing by. I don't think much of them, but I can't help but notice their uniforms. The royal crest is sewn onto every single one.
Finally, I reach his room, and taking a deep breath, I place my hand on the knob. With a loud creak, the door opens, revealing another dimly lit room. I step inside, scanning the area for the bodyguard. He's sitting at a small desk in the corner, his head buried in his hands. The sight of him brings a smile to my face.
I close the door behind me and lock it for extra measure before approaching him. "Alex?" I call out gently, my voice barely above a whisper, so that nobody else hears me.
His head shoots up immediately, and he spins around in his chair to face me. His brows are furrowed in confusion, but he looks like he's feeling better. "Princess," he says, his tone guarded. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your room right now? It's very late."
A soft smile plays on my lips as he stares at me. "I wanted to check on you," I answer truthfully, my hands clasping together. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," he replies, but there's an obvious tension in his voice, and his face remains blank. After sitting in silence for a moment, he continues speaking in a slightly softer voice. "I'm thinking about something else now."
My head tilts to the side slightly—a habit I tend to do whenever I'm curious. "What's on your mind?" I inquire, silently worrying that it might be something bad.
Alex doesn't even hesitate. "You."
His words hang in the air between us like a thick fog. My chest is fluttering, and despite my best efforts, I can't hold back a grin. "Me? I'm on your mind?" I echo.
Alex nods and leans forward in his chair. His expression is serious, but not angry. "I wish you weren't on my mind at all, Princess," he says quietly, his voice just barely above a whisper, "but you're all I can think about."
The urge to reach out for him grows inside of me—to hug and comfort him in a friendly way. I don't resist it, and I step closer to him. He leans back in his seat, away from my hand, at the last minute.
With an eyebrow lifted and the smile faltering from my face, I take a cautious step back and narrow my eyes. "Why won't you let me near you?"
Alex sighs deeply and leans back in his desk chair, his eyes locked on the floor. "I can't." He shakes his head. "I'm not thinking straight right now." His tone is rigid, almost mechanical.
The last words that come out of his mouth make my heart sink. I can't help but wonder if that also applies to the unspoken tension between us. What if he doesn't actually think about me in that way?
A few seconds later, I managed to find my voice again. "Alex," I breathe. "Let me comfort you. I don't want you to go through this alone."
Suddenly, his hands slam onto the arms of the desk chair, and he grips them tightly. "I'm not worried about that, Princess," he whispers harshly. "I don't need your comfort. I need something else."
What the hell is his problem?
A spark of anger ignites inside of me at his aggressive tone. My jaw clenches tightly, trying to hold back from lashing out on him. "Are you going to let me comfort you, or do you just want to keep pushing me away?" I shoot back irritatedly.
The bodyguard puffs out in annoyance, turning his head away from me while he rubs his temples. "That's not what I want, Princess," he strains, and my eyes dart down to his leg, which is bouncing up and down in an impatient manner.
But I still don't get what he means. Maybe it's just too late for my brain to be working, or maybe I'm reading way too much into this, but there has to be something more. "What do you want, then?"
Taking a deep breath, Alex stands up, his body towering over me. When he sees my surprised expression, he takes a step closer, pushing me against the wall with his body.
Oh, my god.
My chin tilts up with his fingers, and he leans down with his head hovering by my ear. "Do you want me to answer that professionally," he asks in a low whisper, his voice deep and husky, "or truthfully?"
Before I can even answer, veiny hands make their way down to my waist, and Alex pauses, a new look in his eyes that I've never seen in him before. His pupils are dilated a good amount, and it takes me a full minute to understand why he's been acting like this.
"Truthfully," I reply after a moment of hesitation, my breath catching in my throat when he leans in closer. His fingers trace the edges of my silk nightgown, leaving my skin burning with each touch. My throat feels tight, and I lick my lips, trying to maintain my composure.
He draws back quickly, but his grip around my waist doesn't budge. His eyes are locked on mine, but a subtle flicker crosses them now. "I want you in my bed."
I immediately freeze, my skin turning into a red, fiery inferno. A wave of heat rushes through me at his words, and I feel all my defenses go up. I swallow a soft gasp, and my jaw tightens.
As aroused as I'm feeling right now, I also remember the entire reason I avoided him in the first place after our kiss. I'm scared of letting somebody in—scared of caring deeply for someone only for them to leave me. Feelings are complicated, and I don't even understand the ones I seem to have for Alex yet.
I can't do this.
"But I don't know how to deal with my feel—"
"Then don't feel," he interrupts slowly and steadily. "We don't have to have anything serious between us if you don't want that, Princess. It's not like we're allowed to anyway."
Physical without an emotional connection? I can do that.
Instead of using words, though, my hands reach for his face and pull it down to mine, and my lips crash against his in a fiery kiss. He reciprocates immediately, moving to grip my neck softly with one hand while the other stays firmly planted on my waist.
He's in no way gentle about it, and his kiss makes my entire body tremble. This feels way too real, and my heart is beating wildly. The hand on my waist starts to make its way up to my back, and his whole arm wraps around my body. Alex's lips leave my own after a minute, trailing across the corner of my mouth, and he nibbles on my bottom lip.
It's just a moment, yet it feels like the most intimate act possible, and his touch drives me crazy. My back arches back into his hands, and he pulls me into his body firmly. His palms find their way down my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts through my nightgown.
I press up against his chest, my fingers running through his hair. My heart pounds rapidly, and my knees are becoming weak. His touch on my body is sending a shiver down my spine, and I want more.
My lips meet his again, and this time, he hoists me up so that my legs can wrap around his hips, wanting him as badly as he wants me. It's reckless and impulsive, but it's like all the walls that I put up myself are now crumbling down at my feet.
One of Alex's arms wraps around my leg, lifting me up higher as his hand gropes my ass. His lips leave my own once more, traveling down my neck and leaving light kisses near the thin fabric of my nightgown.
He lifts me from the wall and carries me to the bed, but we don't sit or lay on it. At this point, I can feel the bulge in his pants growing, and with a slight whimper, I jerk my body away from his in surprise.
Alex reaches for my thigh again while his lips continue to skim over my neck in an agonizingly slow manner. "You don't get to whine," he whispers roughly against my skin. "You started this, so now you're going to finish it."
With that, he finally sits down on the mattress and pulls me onto his lap, and I can feel his throbbing cock underneath me. My breath is taken away immediately by the size of his length, and my body starts to shake when pleasure surges through my muscles.
My hands hold onto him tightly as I grind on his lap, letting out a soft moan. My panties are already soaked, and the heat building up in my core only makes things worse for me. With nothing else on our minds except giving in to temptation, I don't even notice the time that's passing.
Alex's rough hands are moving everywhere, and he's groaning into my mouth between kisses. His tongue dances with mine, matching the rhythm of my body. His touch on every inch of my body is making me want more, and I know that I'm addicted to it.
"Fuck," he groans out in frustration. He forces his mouth away from my neck and reels his head back slightly in an effort to keep away from me. "Tell me to stop," he demands, his voice low and filled with hunger and desperation. "Tell me to stop right now."
My eyes snap wide at his hesitance. For a split second, I think about saying exactly that because this is definitely not what I expected from Alex. But then my body takes over, and I respond to his demands in a different way. I lean forward, and my mouth covers his, our tongues quickly meeting once again.
Alex's hands start pulling at my nightgown, and he pushes me down on the bed, his hands stopping just before pulling it up. "Can I?" he asks breathlessly.
I shake my head eagerly, and he moves quickly. He pulls the clothing off my head and tosses it to the ground without a care before tugging me against him again. His skin is soft and inviting, and when I touch it, more shivers roll down my spine. He's moving his hands in my most sensitive places, his touch giving me goosebumps wherever he goes.
An immense wave of lust washes over me, and my fingers act fast, fumbling on the buttons of his shirt as I try to take it off. Growing impatient, I rip the buttons away from each other, but Alex doesn't seem to mind his now-ruined shirt. He removes his belt by himself before stripping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.
Seeing his erection through his drawers makes my mind go feral with desire, and a shiver runs down my spine. He throws me back onto the bed again, gets on top of me, and immediately unhooks my bra, tossing it to the side in one quick motion.
His fingers explore the newly exposed parts of my body, his soft palms massaging my breasts in a circular motion. I moan and squirm, and he sits up after hearing my noises. I've never felt someone so in control of me and my body before, and as much as it scares me, it also thrills me.
Alex slides his boxers off, and just the sight of his girth makes me gasp in anticipation. My eyes travel up and down his body, devouring every inch of flesh I can see. His muscles ripple with every movement, and his tanned skin is so smooth.
Veiny hands move down my body, and my back arches like a woman possessed when his thumb starts rubbing the wetness of my underwear. His fingers move slyly against the fabric, causing immense friction. But after a moment, he finally stops teasing and pulls them down.
A soft moan escapes my mouth when he gets back onto the bed, hovering just above me. "You're so wet for me, Princess," he whispers softly in my ear, his lips caressing the skin where my jaw and neck meet.
"Alex," I groan. I want more—so much more—and he slowly giving it to me. It's like he enjoys teasing me. He bites my neck gently and licks my collarbone. He slowly eases himself inside of me, and my hands press him closer to me.
I grit my teeth and let out a shaky breath while our bare chests press together and my hips gyrate up against him on their own. His hands glided down my stomach, and my lips parted slightly in surprise. My throat hurts from holding back all of the moans threatening to slip out of my mouth, and it's like nothing else in the world exists anymore but us.
"God," he grunts out, starting to thrust slowly inside of me, which creates a savory feeling that I can't help getting addicted to. "I can't get enough of you."
I want to scream his name. I want to cling to him with everything I have. It's like the heat of my body is consuming me alive, and I don't care how intense any of it gets anymore—all I know is that I want more.
He groans into my neck, his lips soft and warm against my skin. His pace starts to pick up slightly, and my hips rock against his on their own to meet each stroke.
"Alex," I pant, my fingers digging into his back as pleasure builds up in my stomach quickly. His name is a sweet sound to my ears in the heat of his touch. "Alex."
Our eyes meet, and I feel myself drowning in his lust. I'm craving him too, and it's like each stroke is slowly making me mad with desire. I squeeze my thighs around him, and he responds by thrusting his cock deeper inside of me.
I sucked in sharply, holding back a loud moan. It's hard to stay quiet, especially when my entire body is already trembling with pleasure.
Alex's body tenses, and his lips press against my ear in a sensual manner. "Don't hold back those pretty moans, Princess," he murmurs roughly, his voice hoarse.
I respond by finally letting a loud, lustful moan out. His pace changes, and he starts to pound into me rapidly. I whimper and grasp onto the blanket, my fingers digging so deep into the fabric that my knuckles turn white.
Foggy stars appear in my vision as I feel myself about to go over the edge. My eyes roll all the way back, and it feels like I'm about to pass out. Nobody has made me feel this way before—with my stomach tightening and my body twitching. But suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
Who the hell?
He ignores it and drives into me still, slamming into my very core to the point where my legs are quivering vehemently. His hands are grasping and digging into my thighs like his life depends on it, but the knock comes again—followed by a voice.
"Mr. West? Are you in there?" Ava calls out.
Bitch.
Alex covers my mouth, preventing me from making any noise. That doesn't stop a few quiet moans from escaping from my mouth, though—not that it matters anyway. I don't think anyone even heard.
"I'm busy right now," he grits out, his hips rocking into me at a more controlled pace now as he slowly comes back to his senses.
A silence follows, but meanwhile, I'm still squirming. Alex's hand is still firmly pressed against my mouth, and the noises I make come out muffled. I struggle to keep all of my pleasure in, but I hang on for just a little bit longer.
Ava speaks up again, her voice strangely sounding higher-pitched than it usually is when it's just us. "Busy doing what?" she queries, and I silently pray that she doesn't know I'm in here.
Alex grows frustrated, and I can tell when he thrusts hard and deep into me, almost taking my breath away. "Not what you think," he answers vaguely, his voice sounding breathless.
I thrash my head from side to side, but my body stiffens on its own as my muscles tense up. With all my strength, I push his palm away from my mouth to speak. "Alex, I'm about to—"
Ava knocks a third time after a moment, but Alex isn't about to let anything ruin this for us right now. "You can wait," he whispers aggressively, cutting me off and then putting a hand over my mouth once again.
My body writhes against his, and my inner walls tighten around his pulsating dick. His touch is pure ecstasy, and his muscles rippling against me with every thrust sends a wave of pleasure rushing through my body.
I come undone involuntarily, and at the same time, Ava shouts again. "What's all that noise in there?"
"Shut up!" Alex shouts back at her angrily. He pulls out of me, but not before leaning down with his lips brushing against my ear. "You're beautiful. Get dressed," he whispers.
"Who are you telling to shut up?" Ava retorts, her shrill voice annoying the shit out of me, but I'm too exhausted to make a fuss out of it.
I roll out of Alex's bed and pick up my clothes from the floor, quickly slipping on my undergarments and then pulling my dress up over them. I almost collapse onto the floor, but I stabilize myself using the mattress, and I hide behind the bed.
Alex quickly gets dressed, pulling up his pants and doing his belt again. His shirt—being ripped—remains off, and he storms to the bedroom door with a furious gaze. I peek my head out to see him open the door, and Ava is standing there with her arms crossed.
"You," he snaps, answering her earlier question. "Now shut the hell up before I really get mad."
The blonde rolls her eyes, but I catch her ogling at his shirtless physique. "What a lovely surprise," she says with a sleepy grin. "Is that all for me?"
Alex doesn't even reply to her, instead slamming the door in her face. He rubs his temple in frustration before meeting my gaze, and we both share the same look.
We need to get rid of Ava.
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authors note: stop this is my first time writing smut it's terrible. RUNNING AWAY FROM MY PHONE AFTER PUBLISHING THIS GOODBYE.