The King's Lover
Chapter 235: His Bedchambers

Chapter 235: His Bedchambers

A fair-colored skin lay face down on the bed, and long fingers traced her spine, gently moving from her shoulders down. They slowed a little in the middle, tracing invisible lines. There were red marks on her fair skin, but her neck was even redder with love marks scattered all around. <a href="https://.com">.com

Rose stirred as she felt something moving down and around her back. She was in a deep sleep that she didn’t want to wake up from, but at the same time, it was hard to ignore the sensation on her back.

Her eyes flew open, and she met eyes with the crown prince, who was resting on his elbow while his other hand lay on her back. He was looking down at her with piercing brown eyes.

"You’re awake," he commented, his eyes taking her in.

Rose blinked as she stared at him. She was having a very hard time comprehending the scene before her, but one thing that was weirdly clear in her mind was that the crown prince’s voice was even more hoarse when he woke up.

"Your Majesty," she cried and quickly moved to a sitting position, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that was a bad idea. <a href="https://.com">.com

Caius’s gaze moved from her face downward, and he stared right at her exposed chest without any decency. Rose followed his gaze and realized she was completely naked.

Rose immediately scrambled for the covers, which for some reason were lower than they needed to be—just around her waist—and thankfully hadn’t moved when she sat up.

She tried to pull the covers upward to cover herself, but they didn’t budge. Rose struggled for quite some time while Caius watched very closely, the corner of his lips lifted in amusement.

Realizing that this wasn’t working, Rose opted for the pillow. She picked it from behind her and used it to cover her chest as her thoughts spun, trying to figure out why she was on his bed and still in his bedchambers.

She could clearly remember the incident from last night. Caius had not been satisfied with just the second and had gone for a third and fourth. Rose must have passed out sometime during the fourth, as that was all she remembered. It also explained why she was still in his room.

Caius chuckled and lay on his back, his hands under his head. He turned his head to the side so he could still look at her. His face looked relaxed, and Rose might go as far as to say content. <a href="https://.com">.com

Rose looked away from his face when their eyes connected, and her gaze trailed down the rest of his body. The crown prince was less tanned, but that wasn’t the only thing she noticed.

Tiny scars were on his fair skin—she had never noticed this before—and the crown prince was more muscular than she thought. His abs stood like hard bricks placed on his stomach. She had felt them, but Rose realized she had never really looked at him.

There were also red marks that looked like they were from her. Rose couldn’t help but blush at this. She could really remember digging her fingers into his back last night. If his chest was this much of a mess, Rose didn’t want to think about the back.

Her eyes trailed past his navel, and what she saw nearly took her eyes out. The covers rested just at the start of his pelvis, and just a little further, it was slightly raised at a pointed angle. Rose jumped back instinctively, almost at the risk of falling off the bed, and Caius laughed.

"Don’t look at it like that," he smirked. "Did you not suspect this would occur if you kept looking at my body in such an intense way?"

Caius sat upright, and Rose shrank. She could still feel everything from last night. No sane person should be able to do anything related to that so early in the morning. Hard or not, Rose needed a moment—a week even—to recover from last night.

Caius leaned closer, a smirk on his face. Rose thought he would reach for her; rather, he just pointed past her. Rose looked back and saw a robe folded on one of the chairs.

"As much as the idea is tempting," Caius said and grabbed her chin so she would face him, "I have a busy day today."

He sounded irritated by this, as his eyes rested on her lips. "And as we’ve found, once isn’t nearly enough to satiate me."

Rose didn’t get a chance to reply as the crown prince kissed her. It was gentle, and his lips felt particularly soft. He crushed the pillow between them as he pressed closer to her.

Rose kissed him back before she thought about it, and when he slowly pulled away, she opened her eyes to see Caius oddly staring at her. It wasn’t unpleasant—it just felt a little odd.

Suddenly, a knock echoed on the door, and Rose widened in fright. She clasped the pillow tighter and glanced at the door in panic. She was definitely not in any state to be seen by anyone.

"Don’t worry, no one will come in without my permission. You should go," he said, sounding as though he didn’t like it.

Rose lunged out of the bed, still holding onto the pillow. Not that it did much, as her entire body was without any clothes but it was better than nothing. Unfortunately, she had to drop the pillow to get to where the robe was—but she didn’t care.

The robe was longer than hers, and she recognized it as similar to what Caius occasionally wore. Was this put out for him last night? She wondered.

Rose tied the robe around herself just as Caius started to walk towards her. She gripped the robe tightly, watching him as he approached. It was hard to look away.

His hair was tousled, and he ran a hand through it, worsening it but somehow made it him even more appealing. Caius walked without a single iota of shame as he approached her, naked as the day he was born.