[warning: smut]
With both Princess Ava and Prince Marco knowing about me and Elena, I've been more cautious than usual. In fact, I'm afraid to even be around the princess. Sometimes, I just can't control myself around her, no matter how hard I try.
The prince hasn't said anything more about the situation yet. Right now, everything is normal—or at least as normal as it gets with royals. Marco and Elena walk together in between a crowd of paparazzi, pretending to be a happily married couple.
But when Marco takes the princess's hand to his lips and kisses it, I almost attack him right there on the spot. One of the many disadvantages of being a royal bodyguard, though, is the fact that I have to remain professional.
I move to open the limo door, but a young woman, who appears to be a reporter, suddenly stops me. "Bodyguard! I have a question for you!" she exclaims, shoving a microphone into my face.
With a scowl, I open my mouth to tell her to back off, but she's quicker than I am. "Are you single?" she asks slyly, a thirsty smirk on her face. "All of the ladies would love to know."
When will this ever end?
I've never been a stranger to women admiring me. Most men take the opportunity to brag about it, and while it does seem like something to boast about, it's something to be ashamed of, in my opinion. I don't appreciate the lustful stares directed at me when I'm just trying to do my job.
Even when I was younger, I was often a target for older women and men. They were always friendly—too friendly for my liking. Personal space wasn't a thing to them; everywhere I went, they couldn't resist the urge to stop me and even put their hands on me for 'laughs'.
Taking a deep breath, I politely push my way past her and open the door for both the prince and the princess to step in. Paparazzi immediately group together around the limo, but I block them all off and quickly weave my way to the driver's side.
The paparazzi remain persistent, trying to snap photos through the tinted glass windows and even climb on top of the vehicle, but I refuse to budge, ignoring their harassment.
As I put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, I couldn't help but notice the princess sitting quietly behind me. I glance at her through the rear view mirror, and we make eye contact before she averts her eyes back out the window.
"Bodyguard," Marco calls out, the irritating sound of his voice almost making me roll up the partition out of impulse. "How does it feel to be a peasant?"
Peasant. Of course this dumbass would assume that a person is poor just because they don't have royal status.
"How does it feel knowing your wife prefers a peasant in bed over you?" I taunted back, looking him square in the eye through the mirror.
The prince's eyes widen as his jaw drops, and for a moment, he seems genuinely hurt. But then his expression changes to one of anger as he reaches over and grasps onto my arm through the open partition, squeezing tightly.
"That was below the belt, bodyguard," he says through gritted teeth. "Just wait until I am crowned king. You'll regret disrespecting me when I get rid of you for good."
I shake him off, my own anger rising to the surface. "Sure, you will," I retort coolly with a hint of sarcasm. "Just remember that out of the two of us, only one knows how to cover up a murder."
Even though Prince Marco tries to appear tough, underneath it all, I can see his fear. He knows I have the upper hand—both figuratively and literally—and he's trying to gain control in any way he can.
Still, it doesn't bother me. Honestly speaking, I would find it almost amusing if he weren't such a pain in my ass. His attempts to intimidate me only make me more determined to put him in his place.
A scoff escapes his lips, and it seems like he hasn't given up yet. He never does, and it's quite exhausting. "Who says I would want the blood of a simpleton on my hands? I could hire anyone I want to kill you; I am the prince of Spain."
Does he ever stop talking?
"As if that's a match for me?" I snap back, my hands clutching the steering wheel tightly. "Even if you hired a hitman, there was a reason I was picked to be the princess's bodyguard."
Before the prince can respond, Princess Elena finally speaks up, her voice firm and decisive. "Marco, that's enough," she admonishes him, her gaze deadly. "God, you're so immature and insufferable—no wonder your parents didn't want to give you the throne."
I smile to myself, proud of Elena for once again putting Marco in his rightful place. He begins opening his mouth to bicker, but at this point, the princess can surely handle him. I roll up the partition to drown out the sound of his voice.
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˚✧ ﾟ.
Hours have passed since my arrival back at the palace, but the weight of reality continues to flood my mind. I know that I can never truly be with the princess without breaking the law, and the fact that we got so close is nothing short of a miracle.
If I hadn't let my guard down, if I hadn't talked to her or held her during those difficult moments, things would be different. But I did, and I've come to realize that I care about her on a deeper level.
If we hadn't been there for each other, we would have both been unhappy. And while I know that I can't change the past or alter what's to come, I can't help but wonder what life would be like if the princess and I were able to be together.
But that's just not the way it's meant to be.
I saw them together today, and even if it was just an act, it still hurt to see Marco with her. The princess has a part to play in society, and there's nothing she can do to stop it. She's forced to endure his touch—his lips—but she can't speak out about how uncomfortable it is for her.
To be with her is to be in heaven, and to be without her is to live in pain.
Despite how selfish it might sound, I can't help but wish that she was mine. I can't deny that I might actually love her, but either way, there's nothing that can be done about it. Some people just don't get happy endings.
"Alex." Princess Elena's voice snaps me out of my trance, and my eyes dart to her figure in the doorway. "Are you coming?"
I look around the empty ballroom that we had passed through on my way to escort the princess to her chambers. The only light illuminating the grand space is the moonlight shining through the huge windows on the side.
But when I look back at the princess, my heart starts beating rapidly with a sense of desire. It's like my body is moving itself, with my legs quickly bringing me closer to her.
I don't stop until she's pinned against the doorframe, her eyes widening as she meets my line of sight. "Alex?" she murmurs, her delicate hand moving to trace down my arm.
Her light touch sends chills throughout my body, and I can feel my breathing becoming shallow. Before I know it, my body is pressed up against hers, and I can smell the sweet scent of her hair as I lean in closer.
"Sorry," I mutter, but I can't bring myself to release her.
Despite her confusion, she doesn't try to get away. My mind is running wild with thoughts, and the princess's eyes only make the feelings more intense.
But then she finally speaks. "Alex, what are you doing?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "We could get caught at any mo—"
"Shh," I cut her off, pressing my finger to her lips. "I don't care about that right now," I say, my voice low and husky.
I open my mouth to add something, but she suddenly silences me with her lips, and I gasp as our mouths finally collide. For a moment, there's a battle between our tongues before she finally succumbs to her needs, and I tug her hair back as I get lost in the moment.
My hands pull at her dress out of instinct, trying to hike it up, but she breaks the kiss to talk to me. "No, not here," she objects. "What if we get caught?"
I paused to consider her argument. But I don't want to be smart right now. My judgment is clouded by my strong emotions—that much, I know—but I can worry about it some other time. I just need her.
"Then I guess you'll have to be quiet, Princess," I answer before capturing her lips with my own once more.
After that, there are no complaints or objections to be heard. Elena gives in, and if anything, she seems to be more into this than I am—which is saying a lot. Her hands yank on my tie, strong enough to almost make me hit my head.
I press her back against the wall, and her body bends to match mine. One of my hands slips into her silky honey-brown hair, forcing her head back so that I can see every inch of her neck. My other hand glides up her thigh, and she lets out a small moan when I move higher, pushing apart her dress to kiss her neck and her collarbone.
My fingers pull at the laces of her dress, wanting more of her than I've ever wanted anything else before. The lust and hunger in my eyes are unmistakable, and the princess can feel them too.
Her fingers continue to pull on my tie until I finally snap and untie it, finally throwing it away. Then, her hands slowly make their way down to my trousers, where she fumbles with the button and zipper.
"Damn it," I groan in the heat of the moment. "Get on your knees." My tone is stern, and my expression lets her know I mean business.
"A—"
"Please," I add almost desperately, surprising even myself with such a plea. But I can't help it when it comes to her—all my dignity goes out the window the second I lay eyes on her. The light of my life.
The princess quickly obeys, dropping to her knees and letting both my pants and briefs fall to my ankles before looking up at me. My eyes trail to her hair, which is now splayed out over her shoulders and so long that it touches the floor.
Her eyes darken as she leans forward, her lips brushing against the head of my cock before she opens her mouth wide and takes me deep inside. Her tongue swirls around the head, and I turn to slam back against the wall behind me to keep from losing control.
I can't help but gasp as I'm half engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. The sensation is so intense that I can barely think straight. She's not just sucking me off; she's devouring me. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip, and I let out a groan of pure pleasure.
"Fuck," I strain, my hips jerking forward as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her soft moans echo around us, and I can't help but thrust into her mouth, taking what I want.
I grip her hair tightly, not wanting her to stop. The feeling of her lips is too good, and I know that I'm losing it. "Elena," I groan, my voice hoarse.
She lets out a muffled moan in response, which sends vibrations shooting up my cock. I can hear her start to sputter and cough the more she takes in, but I'm too lost in the bliss to ask her if she can handle it.
I know she can handle it.
Not being able to hold back any longer, I grab her head and slam into her mouth as hard as I can, taking what I need. Not all of it is able to fit due to the angle, but I don't care. I don't care about the consequences or the rules. I don't care about anything except her right now.
She coughs even more, starting to pull away in response, but I'm not done yet. "No," I grunt out, grasping onto her hair again and pushing her back down. "You're not done yet. Take it all in."
I moan lowly, my hips rocking forward as I once again force myself deeper into her mouth. My cock throbs with each thrust, and I can feel the tip of it pressing against the back of her throat before I shove the whole thing deeper.
Her eyes widen, and I can see the concern and the desire mixed together in her gaze. But she doesn't stop. She takes it all in, gagging and choking as she tries to accommodate my length. The walls of her throat massage my pulsating dick, and I can feel the heat rising in my body.
Elena starts pumping me with both of her hands, and I can feel my release building up. Her fingers are long and slender, and the way they wrap around me feels like heaven. Her soft hands are magic, and the way she massages my shaft is like nothing I've ever experienced before.
The sensation is too much for me to handle, and I let out a low groan as I felt my climax coming. I grip her hair tighter, holding onto her as I thrust into her mouth one last time.
My hips jerk forward violently, and I feel the hot, sticky liquid spilling in her mouth. She tries to pull away, but I'm not done yet. I force her back down, taking what I need until I'm finally spent. "Swallow," I order.
Her lips part, and I can see the thick, white liquid coating her tongue. I can also see the confusion in her eyes, but I know that she'll obey me. I watch as Elena swallows every last drop of my cum, her eyes wide and tear-filled with pleasure.
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˚✧ ﾟ.
My thumb mindlessly strokes the top of the princess's head while she snuggles with me. I'm sitting in her bed and waiting for her to go to sleep. I don't plan on sleeping myself, but I also don't want to leave her alone.
Her head tilts up, and she caresses my jaw with her delicate fingers. "What's on your mind?" she murmurs sleepily, sensing my unease.
Elena can read me like a book. She always seems to know when there's something bothering me—which there is. Now that I don't have the pleasure to distract me, I have to face reality once more.
"A lot," I admit, my throat tightening. "How am I supposed to keep doing this?" I ask, my words laced with a bitterness that I wish wasn't there. "You know what they'll do to you if they catch us."
My body stiffens, and I can tell that I've upset her with my words. But it's the truth, and Elena needs to know it. I'm not willing to risk her crown and her freedom for a passing fling.
"I don't care," she says after a moment, but even in the darkness, I can see her face twist with regret. "I want you to keep doing this. I can't stop."
"I want you to stop," I whisper, and my voice is so low that she probably can't hear me. But I have to say it. I care about her too much to let her continue a path of destruction just for a moment of pleasure.
The princess doesn't respond, and I can tell that she's trying to keep her eyes closed. I shouldn't have said any of those things, but I can't take them back. All I can do is listen as her breathing slows down, and I wonder if she's really asleep.
"Goodnight," I finally mumble, hoping she'll hear me before I leave. But when I move to get up, she grabs my hand, pulling me back down to lie beside her.
I smile softly at the touch, and she squeezes my hand once. "Why can't we just... run away?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
In the darkness, I can't see her expression, but her words make my heart ache. If only it were that simple. I want to be with her, but I know that that comes with responsibility. And running away isn't the solution to our problems.
But, for a moment, I let myself imagine life on the run. I would be with her, with no duties or responsibilities to worry about. We could spend our days frolicking in fields and our nights making love to each other without any repercussions. It sounds like heaven on earth.
Reality hits me like a wave again, though, and I know that we can never have that. "We can't," I sigh, and my voice cracks. "You're the princess, Elena."
Her hand drifts away from my face, and she lays her head back down, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. For a moment, she doesn't say anything, and I can't help but wonder if my words have hurt her too deeply.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Elena speaks again. "I don't want to be a princess anymore," she utters, her voice quiet and hollow.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel my hands begin to shake. My mind races, trying to make sense of what she's saying. "Elena—" I begin, my voice tight with emotion.
But the princess doesn't let me finish. "I'm so tired," she claims, and her tone is tinged with sorrow. "I'm tired of always having to put my kingdom first. I'm tired of being perfect all the time." She turns to face me, and I can see the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "I just want to be happy," she whispers.
I can't help but feel my heart breaking as I watch her tear up. I want to tell her that everything will be okay, but I know that's not true. Her words have shattered the walls around my own heart, and I fear that I may not be able to piece them back together again.
I rub her back in a circular motion as she cries softly into my chest. "Shh," I whisper, and for a minute, it feels like the only thing in the world is the two of us, tangled up in each other's arms.
But our moment of intimacy is short-lived. The princess pulls away, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Sorry," she apologizes, and her voice is broken.
It's clear that the princess has been holding this pain inside for a long time, and I can only imagine the toll it's taken on her. I want to take that burden away from her, but I know that I can't. All I can do is continue to offer her comfort and support.
"Don't be," I say softly, smiling at her through my own tears. "It's okay to cry."
She nods, and we both sit in silence for a moment, surrounded by the darkness of her chambers. I can't help but think about all the things that have led us to this moment—the choices that we've made, the paths that we've chosen to follow. And I can't help but wonder if any of it was worth it.
Then Elena's head rests against my shoulder, and she takes a deep breath. "Thank you," she mumbles.
And for some reason, that small bit of gratitude makes everything feel okay. We may not have the perfect life that we both desire, but at least we have each other. And in a world of chaos and uncertainty, that's all that really matters.
The second she falls asleep, I make sure she's completely knocked out before kissing the top of her head. Carefully, I shift from under her and get up, sneaking out of her room. I have a job to do.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・
authors note: if you guys couldn't tell, i'm preparing you for something bad hence the extra smut and affection between elena and alex so don't say i didn't warn you. okay goodnight 😋
ps i should currently be studying for the two tests i have to take later but here i am at 3am writing smut (in my defense i'm sick in bed guys i have no energy 😔)