Entwined in Thorns: A Princess's Desperate Whispers

Chapter 8

Sitting under the shadow of a huge oak tree Seutsui started to sketch Edward on the sandy ground, the warm breeze brushing through her hair. With her knees drawn up to her chest and her head nestled against them, she couldn't help but steal glances at Edward, who sat majestically before her, gazing into the distance with a thoughtful expression, his sword resting gracefully on his knee.

Seutsui's passion for drawing ignited a fire within her, compelling her to capture every detail of Edward's captivating presence. His mature demeanor belied his age and demanded attention.

He possesses an innate charm that transcends mere looks. Broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist, sculpting a silhouette that effortlessly commands attention. His face is a study of masculine perfection.

As her sketching continued, Seutsui's gaze wandered down Edward's body, tracing the lines of his perfect jawline while his nose, was straight and strong. But it was his eyes that truly captivated her—a rich shade of hazel flecked with hints of gold, they sparkle with warmth and intelligence. His, tousled chestnut brown hair frames his face in a casual yet effortlessly stylish manner. Each strand seems to fall into place.

As her eyes started to flutter close she couldn't ignore the fluttering sensation in her stomach, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

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Edward watched Seutsui as she was sleeping soundly on her bed as he sat near her bed in a swinging chair. A book in his hand about the information they gathered through the years about Adelio. One of his muscled arms etched, slowly rubbing Seutsui's soft curls.

After their horse ride, Edward held her and brought her into her room because she fell asleep during her ride. He couldn't believe that she fell asleep while riding his horse.

His mind wandered to the dream he had last night which he loathed himself for having yet couldn't let go of that feeling.

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Under the veil of starlight, Edward beheld Seutsui seated as always on the doorstep of the cottage. Yet, tonight, she appeared transformed, no longer the girl he once knew but a woman—a vision of extreme beauty. Though her features appeared somewhat obscured and she was a blur while everything else was clear as day, in his heart, he knew that this was her and that this was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen because, this beauty he knew from his heart in front of him, couldn't be a human.

Edward found themselves drawn together by an invisible thread of desire and longing. Without a word, Edward reached out to Seutsui, his hand finding hers in the darkness. Their fingers intertwined.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he drew her closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. Their gazes locked. Without breaking their gaze, Edward gently lifted a hand to cup Seutsui's cheek, her soft skin sending a jolt of warmth coursing through his veins. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against hers in a tender caress igniting the fire that he had since the day he met her but never knew. Seutsui responded with a soft sigh, her arms wrapping around Edward's neck as she melted into his embrace, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and longing

Edward's touch was gentle yet electrifying as he drew Seutsui closer, his lips seeking hers with a hunger that mirrored her own. As their mouths met in a fervent kiss, a rush of heat surged between them. With a tender caress, Edward's tongue traced the curve of Seutsui's lips, seeking entrance to the depths of her being. As she parted her lips in silent invitation, he delved inside, their tongues entwining with desire. 

Every touch, every brush of their lips, they lost in the rapture of their shared passion. With a firm yet tender touch, Edward's hand found its place at the small of Seutsui's back, drawing her closer to him in a possessive embrace. Leaning in, Edward trailed a path of soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her slender neck, his lips leaving a glistening trail in.