Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Rowena

The carriage ride is not too terrible, but it is a long one. I kind of wished that Oakley would shift and we could just fly on his back but since we are bringing guards, then we are not able to do that.

I was a little surprised that he went along with my father’s ridiculous requests but according to Oakley, he understood why dad is so protective of me and doesn’t want me to get hurt. I guess that it could very well end up being worse but I did know what I needed.

Seeing Oakley sitting across from me, he looks really good in his simple attire, trying to not look fancy. It was hard for me to find normal clothing because I wanted to fit in and where we are going, it would be easier for them not to know that I’m a Princess.

But when Oakley looks at me, the fire in his eyes is enough to make me shiver.

I thought about what he might end up doing to me and how it looked like he wanted to devour me whole. I would love nothing more than that, but I also don’t know what he wants from me. I don’t know if he is going to be okay with doing stuff before marriage.

I guess I can find out…

“Oakley.” I murmur, seeing how he raises an eyebrow at me, “I have a question.”

“What’s up, my Princess?” He murmurs, his tone a little husky that sends a shiver down my spine.

“I want to kiss you.” I confess to him, noticing how his eyes widen slightly, “but I don’t know if you are feeling the same way. And I hope that maybe you would want to do it, too.”

I thought that maybe it was too much to ask him but he rises to his feet and approaches me, a glimmer in his eyes that makes my heart race. I thought it would be okay but his lips brushing against mine was enough to make my heart skip a beat as he kissed me.

A low moan passes through my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck, seeing how he is kissing me softly but I want him to not hold back. I want him to do everything for me and enjoy what is happening between us.

But the hard bulge in his slacks, I’m certain that he is loving everything that is happening now but I also know that I’m holding on by a thin thread. And with this temptation burning inside of me, it makes me ache for more.

I could only do so much, this needs building within me that is ready to do more. This need builds inside of me, like my body is going to erupt into the fire and be unable to do anything else about it. I just hope that I’m going to enjoy everything that he’s doing to me.

“Keep touching me.” I beg him, brushing my fingers against his body and knowing that I’m only going to be able to do too much, “keep making a mess out of me…”

I wasn’t sure what he was going to do but I’m suddenly pinned down to the couch, this electric feeling coursing through my body that makes me want to do it all. This intense need continues to burn through my veins, tempting me for more.

Needing more.

Needing it all.

Oakley lets out a low growl, his fingers digging into my hips as he is holding onto me tight. This intense feeling builds within me that knows that he is going to be mine and to not let anything hold me back. I think that he is feeling the same thing, the temptation overwhelming.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, I feel how he is pressing himself tighter against me, like he is going to give me more. The ache is almost too much, a heat building within me as I feel like it is going to completely take over.

I don’t want it to stop, it is like nothing that I have ever felt before.

And by the look on his face, I think that he is going to do a lot more to me if given the chance.

“Can I do more?” he asks me, “I know we’re not going to stop for a while so I’d love nothing more than to make you feel good. You'll just have to hold in your moans.”

I shouldn’t but I know I can trust him, so I allow myself to be swept away by him, “Sure, I want you to. I think that I would enjoy it a lot.”

I wasn’t sure what he was going to do to me until he dropped down onto his knees, spreading my legs a little wider. I am grateful for the loose dress that I’m wearing that will give him easy access, but I have no clue what he might end up doing to me.

“What are you going to do?” I ask him softly, gripping the cushions so I don’t end up going crazy, “are you going to…”

“I’m going to make you feel good.” He promises me, gripping the hem of my dress, “but if you don’t like it or want to slow down, make sure that you let me know that way I can hold back. Okay?”

I can only wordlessly nod because I don’t want to sound more nervous than I already am. He doesn’t stop until my skirt is bunched around my waist, making me shiver as I feel his hot breath on my heated skin.

Crap, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get through this without going crazy.

What else is he going to do now?

So when he moves my underwear off to the side, and licks his lips, I know precisely what is going to happen.

And all I can do is just hold on for the ride.