The Dark Prince's Prize

Chapter 14-1

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Samara stood still with her eyes closed. There was something very comforting about holding and being held by Adalard. His touch was gentle but strong at the same time.

Opening her eyes, she stared at the gray fog that had encircled him a moment ago. A thin film of bright light surrounded them in a bubble. Whenever the gray film tried to move closer, tiny sparks were ignited. The gray matter hissed. The sound reminded her of water landing on a hot burner. Bits of the fog evaporated when struck.

“Thank you,” Adalard murmured.

She reluctantly pulled away and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “No problem. I guess we should stick pretty close together, huh?”

“Yes, that might be good,” he said, caressing her cheek.

She tilted her head against his hand and smiled up at him. She lowered her gaze to his lips. He groaned and kissed her. She parted her lips, absorbing his kiss like a sunflower searching for the warmth of the sun.

She slid her hands up his arms to his neck. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the corridor wall. This position allowed him to run his hands over her sides, hips, and buttocks.

Their tongues stroking the other’s in an ancient dance as old as time, touching, retreating, teasing, and tasting each other. He slipped his hands under her blouse, making her moan at his sensual touch. She had made out a few times in high school out of curiosity, but this was nothing like those clumsy caresses.

She moaned again when he cupped her lace-covered breasts. Her n*****s throbbed, straining against the thin material of her b*a. She wasn’t endowed with large breasts like some of her friends. Still, they felt heavy and fuller than normal when he brushed the pad of his thumb over the taut tips.

Shock-filled pleasure tore through her when he pressed his hips against her. There was no denying his arousal. Visions of their bodies clinging to each other with his c**k deeply embedded inside her filled her mind. The images were so vivid and the intensity of the pressure building deep inside her so real that for a moment she wondered if they were really locked together in a passionate embrace.

The unexpected heat tearing through her and settling between her legs caused her to rip her lips from his. She closed her eyes and held onto the s****l vision. The pressure of Adalard rocking his hips, the thick bulge of his arousal pressed against her sensitive mound, and the friction of her clothing sent her spiraling out of control.

Gasping, she clutched his shoulders, rubbing against him as he rocked back and forth. The wave reached the pinnacle and crashed. A cry was ripped from her throat at her unexpected c****x. Adalard rolled her straining n*****s between his forefingers and thumbs, drawing out the pleasure as he held her pinned between his throbbing c**k and the wall. That was the only thing keeping her from melting into a puddle on the floor.

She opened her eyes. Shock held her speechless when she saw the passionate and possessive flame burning in Adalard’s violet eyes. The vibrant colors of the Aurora Borealis flared outward from him and wrapped around her. Breathless and stunned by what she had just experienced, she cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

As the afterglow of her o****m faded and reality set in, a feeling of awkward unease swept through her. She was way in over her head in a situation she had never been in before. Adalard broke their kiss and stepped back with a sigh.

“I…,” she mumbled, sliding her legs from around his waist.

“Have given me a great gift. I ask for nothing more,” he said.

She looked up at him with an amused expression. “Spoken like a true knight in shining armor,” she mused.

“I will probably pay for my chivalry later,” he replied with a grimace.

“Yes, well, on a good note, the gray fog appears to have dissipated,” she remarked.

He frowned and looked both ways along the corridor. Whatever power surge they had sent out either sent the gray malevolent vapor running for cover or made it evaporate. The corridor was clear in both directions.

“This would be a good time to search for the device,” he said.

Her throat tightened, and she nodded. What if their intimate encounter destroyed the gray mass? He would be able to leave. The thought shook her, as did the idea of never seeing him again. She looked up when he tenderly caressed her cheek.

“You do not have to worry. When I leave, you will know,” he quietly vowed.