The Cold Prince

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Word Count: 2440

~Avila

My heart pounds so violently against my ribs that I fear they may crack.

One foot after the other, I follow behind Vade, my dress swishing around, being the only sound in the hallway. His shoulders are stiff as he presses into his room, holding the door open for me to wander in.

I have a vague idea of what is going to happen. Not all concepts are lost on me.

Vade clears his throat, his eyes burning into me as I step past him. My knees feel ready to crumple, so without hesitation, I slip off my heels, leaving them at the foot of the bed.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling. I know I'm nervous, and yet, there's something else simmering beneath my skin.

Excitement.

Hiking up the hem of the dress, I climb onto Vade's bed, laying straight back, pressing my arms to my side.

I look at him. "Do it."

He sighs roughly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Avila."

"How long does it usually take?" I ask, tapping my ankles together as I wait with anxious anticipation. Vade doesn't appear to be any rush, as he lingers back, looking at me with a frown embedded between his brows.

"Sit up," he encourages gruffly.

I oblige him. He shrugs off his suit jacket, hanging it on the hook before he approaches the foot of the bed.

"We are not doing this tonight, okay?" He murmurs softly.

"Why not?"

"You're not ready."

"I am so." I scowl at him. "I've done it before, I just can't remember. It won't hurt."

He closes his eyes for a brief moment, sighing through his nose. I know that Vade doesn't like me very much, but surely I'm not so abhorrent that he can't get it up for me.

"That's not the point," he mutters.

I rest my clasped hands on my lap, the dress puffing out around me like a sad, wilted flower.

"The people don't think I should be Princess, Vade. They think I'm an imposter, or that I'm cursed. By marrying you, I'm securing my position here," I remind him slowly.

His jaw hardens as he glances over his shoulder, looking back at the door. Vacantly, the sound of music continues to rumble through the manor.

"Your position is secured. With or without me."

"But it's not. Crimson is half ready to toss me out into the wolves, and I'm scared," I insist. "If they deem this marriage illegitimate, I'm done for."

He shakes his head. "They won't know."

"They will know. Crimson will know."

His gaze considers me as he rolls up the sleeves of his white button-up. I've been so concerned with the consumation that I haven't taken the time to remember I'm married to this man, that he is my husband now.

He sweeps down to sit next to me, turning his body to face mine.

"I don't care about your title, or what happens tomorrow. All I'm sure about is that I don't want to take you when you're not willing," he tells me lowly.

"Who said I'm not willing?" I twist my newly acquired wedding ring around my finger. "I'm willing."

He blinks those beautiful silvery eyes, almost like he is offended I said that. I love those eyes. They remind me of the moon on a clear night. Full, bright and mesmerising.

"Impossible," he whispers.

"Why?"

"You don't know me," he starts. "There's so much between us that has been unsaid."

"Then say it." I grab his hand. It's cold compared to my clammy fingers.

Indecision and frustration rip apart his expression. "I can't..."

"Then don't say it. We have the rest of our marriage to worry about that," I remind him, laughing under my breath. "I don't need to know everything about you to have sex with you."

Frankly, I've fantasised about it. Ever since that kiss, my desire for him has become so potent it's suffocating. I'm ready to feel something with him.

"It just doesn't feel right," he exclaims as he lurches from the bed, digging his hands into his hair, making the once styled strands to a messy and unkempt.

"Oh," I murmur, realisation settling over me. "This isn't about how I feel, this is about you not wanting to do this with me."

His face is draw suddenly. "What? No-"

"I'm right, aren't I?" My voice cracks as I speak. "You're trying to make this my idea so you don't hurt my feelings."

I should have realised this much sooner. He may have kissed me that night, but he was drinking, he wasn't in his right mind. Maybe all this time I've physically repulsed him, and the thought of having to consummate our marriage disgusts him.

"That's absoloutely not what's going on," he says tersely, shaking his head.

"Well consider my feelings hurt," I mutter, my throat so dry it feels like it's been stuffed full of cotton.

I need to get back to my room and rip this ridiculous dress of my body. I need to wash away this night and hope the rest of my marriage isn't going to be this embarrassing.

Vade's body is rock solid as I bump past him on my way to the door. I barely get the chance to brush my fingertips against the doorknob before Vade has his hand on my arm.

I yelp as he forces me back, my body bumping up against the door with a hard thud.

"Vade-"

With his hand still on my arm, he holds it above my head against the door, his other hand on the doorknob like he's securing it from my escape. It's not like I can go anywhere, as he pushes his body against mine.

"I have wanted to fuck you, Avila, since the moment I met you," he tells me lowly, harshly. "Nothing has changed."

My lips part as his words roll over me in waves. Heat curls in my stomach at the weight of his gaze on my skin, at the mixture of frustration and desire waring for space in his eyes.

"Oh..."

"Yeah." His gaze drops to my lips. "Oh."

I drop my attention to his full lips. I want them on mine again, kissing me, claiming me.

Before I can lean forward he let's me go, stepping back. He covers his face with his hand, letting out a frustrated growl.

"If you want it, and I want it, then let's do it," I encourage, not caring that I sound breathless.

"Avila..." he grits out, like it's the only protest he can manage.

He wants me, I see it now. I got too caught up in my own insecurities, and I've been failing to see what is right in front of me. Vade just needs to see how badly I want him too.

Reaching behind me, I start fumbling with the back of my dress, trying to get it off my body.

"Don't...please." His protests sound far too weak to give credence to.

I manage to find where the back of the dress it secured. With one tug, the ribbon falls away and the dress loosens around my ribcage. I let it fall from my shoulders, the material pooling at my feet.

Vade watches, tense, as I stand in only my slip.

I step fully out of the dress before removing the rest of what hangs over my body, bearing myself to him.

Despite it being the first time since I died, I don't feel uncomfortable being naked in Vade's presence. In fact, it feels right to have his burning hot stare devouring my body.

Slowly, once he's taken in all of me, his eyes meet mine again. I see anguish, restraint. He almost looks like he's in pain.

"Am I going to have to beg?" I murmur.

His eyes darken, and ever so slowly, a wicked smile brushes against his lips.

"I wouldn't be opposed."

I step toward him, my legs shaking, my breath caught in my throat. I've got him in the palm of my hand now. He's going to give in to his desires, and I'm ready to take everything he wants to give me.

I don't stop my approach until I'm right in front of him, looking up at his beautiful face. Resting my hands on his chest, I smile, pushing away my nerves.

"Please Kaan, I'm begging you to fuck me. It's all I want. Please."

His tilts his head, dragging his gaze over my face as he looks for even a hint of apprehension. He finds none, because I'm more than ready for this.

"Fuck it."

Suddenly I'm pressed up against the door again, the wood surface cold against my bare skin. Vade steps down on one knee, and then the other until he is kneeling before me.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I ask, squeezing my legs together.

For the first time since I stripped off my clothes, I feel nervous. He's so close, I can feel his breath fanning against my inner thighs.

"I'm going to make you feel good," he murmurs, seating his hands on the back of my thighs.

I follow his gaze to between my legs. "Are you going to kiss there?"

"I'm going to do a bit more than kissing." He smirks up at me, and suddenly, I don't care what he does. I just want him to do something. "At anytime, tell me to stop, and I will."

I shake my head fervently. "No. Do it."

He lets out a breathy groan, like he's been untethered from a tight leash.

Spreading my legs ever-so-slightly, Vade leans in and licks straight up the centre of me. The sensation is so overwhelming I flinch a little, only to have him push me back by my hips until I'm pinned against the wall and can't move.

Vade holds nothing back, the feeling of his tongue against me causing my back to bow off the wall, my breath to catch in my throat.

It feels good. Really good.

"Oh...oh wow," I stammer as his tongue focuses on my clit, like he's worshipping it.

My fingers delve into his hair, clinging to the strands to ground myself to reality as pleasure rachets up through me. I never knew this feeling was possible, and all I know now is that I want him to keep doing this.

"That feels really good," I exclaim breathily. "Please don't stop."

"You taste amazing, Avila. You're everything I imagined," he murmurs against me, the feeling sending vibrations over my skin, making me shudder.

His momentarily clear the fog surrounding my brain. "You imagined this?"

He pauses for a brief moment, gazing up at me. He almost seems unrecognisable. I've never him like this, like he wants me so desperately he doesn't care that he's finally saying what he's been feeling for so long.

"This and many other things," he whispers, letting my mind wander to what else he could possibly means.

I push on the back of his head. "Shut up now and keep going."

He laughs lowly before his mouth is on me again, his tongue working in sweeping strokes that has me chanting his name over and over again.

His fingers tighten on the backs of my thighs, the sensation on the verge of being painful. It only pushes my desire over the edge, making is so overwhelming it's almost too much.

"I can feel it..." I say into the air. The feeling is building in my stomach, pushing up and up until I'm gasping for breaths, unable to think of anything else but the man between my legs.

All of a sudden, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, swallowing me whole.

Vade's name becomes a prayer as I nearly collapse to the ground. He doesn't pull away until the pleasure has finally subsided, looking up at me with a look in his eyes that nearly has me falling over the edge all over again.

"I can't stand," I say breathlessly.

He straightens, gathering me into his arms before laying me on the bed. My body feels numb, and then tingly, like it's relearning what it's normal state should be.

"Feel okay still?" Vade asks gently as comes to sit next to me, brushing the hair from my face with careful fingers.

"Okay? I feel amazing," I say with wonder, staring up at the ceiling.

Everything has changed between Vade and I. I see a wariness in his eyes, waring with the part of him that still desires me. He's worried about being hurt by me again, and yet, I can tell her see's a whole new future unfolding with me before him.

"You should get some sleep," he murmurs.

I sit up, frowning. "Oh...that isn't all there is to sex, right?"

"No, it's not."

"Then we need to keep going," I insist. It's not just that we need to consummate this marriage to make it legitimate, I want more.

I need more.

"I don't want to do this just for the custom," Vade grits out, sliding off the bed like he needs distance from me and my naked form to think.

"Custom?" I shake my head. "I want to do this because I want you, Kaan. I told you not to stop."

He rubs a hand over his eyes. "What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow can be exactly as every other day has been between us," I say roughly, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. "I don't want it to, but I'm not going to push you."

He groans, digging his hands into his hair before he seems to make his decision. He steps forward before crouching in front of me, taking my hands into his.

"You'll tell me if it's-"

"Yes." I cut him off excitedly. "Please Kaan."

"Because once I start..." He holds my gaze, letting me see how serious he is. "I'll stop at a single word from you, but it might be more than you expected."

I have a general idea of what it will be like, even with my inexperience. My brain is still connected to a fundamental part of me that has experienced this before, but I've never experienced it with Vade.

"I'm ready for anything you give me," I breathe.

The twitch of his lips into a smile is all I see before he leans forward and kisses me.

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