Chapter 3: A Night of No Return
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~ Chapter 3: A Night of No Return ~
The corridors of the palace stretched endlessly before her, candlelight flickering against the polished stone. Yssrina moved as if in a trance, her silk robe whispering over marble floors, her bare feet cool against the night’s chill. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows, but inside her body burned, caught between reason and reckless longing.
She had spent the last days drowning in the weight of her impending fate, caged by duty and bound by chains she had never agreed to wear. Tomorrow, she would stand before the kingdom, a bride to the king—a man whose touch would never stir her, whose gaze would never ignite her soul. But tonight… tonight, she was still free.
Her heart pounded as she reached the door. Damien’s door.
She knew she should turn away. She should leave, should bury her feelings beneath layers of ice like she always did. But then the door opened.
He was there.
Damien stood in the dim glow of candlelight, his dark hair tousled from restless sleep, his shirt loose over his sculpted chest. His storm-gray eyes locked onto hers, searching, questioning.
“Yssrina?” His voice was husky, laced with exhaustion and something else—concern, perhaps, or barely contained yearning.
She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. The words would betray her, but her body had already made its choice.
She stepped inside.
Damien’s breath hitched, the door closing behind her with a quiet click. He had been expecting this. Or maybe he had been hoping.
Her fingers trembled as she reached up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath her touch. He didn’t move, didn’t stop her. He only watched, waiting, giving her the space to choose.
Yssrina wasn’t sure who moved first. Perhaps it was both of them at once. But in the next breath, his lips were on hers, searing and desperate, a collision of everything they had tried so hard to deny.
She melted into him, the force of his kiss consuming, devastating. His hands curled around her waist, pulling her flush against him, and a small sound escaped her lips—a sound of surrender.
Damien broke away just enough to rest his forehead against hers, his breathing uneven. “Tell me to stop.” His voice was raw, his fingers tightening at her hips as though already bracing for the pain of rejection. “Tell me this is wrong.”
She could have. She should have.
Instead, she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
A curse rumbled deep in his throat before he claimed her mouth again, his hands exploring, worshipping, as if he wanted to memorize every curve of her body before the world tore them apart.
His lips trailed down her throat, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. She shivered, her head tipping back as he pressed her against the cool stone wall, his body a perfect contrast of heat against her own.
“Yssrina,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “Are you sure?”
She had never been more certain of anything in her life.
Her fingers moved to the ties of her robe, loosening them until the silk slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like fallen petals.
Damien inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her. For a moment, he simply stood there, his expression one of reverence, as if she were something he had no right to touch but could never resist.
Then, with a groan of surrender, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed.
Their love had always been a sin. But tonight, it felt like salvation.
**
The morning would bring consequences. The vows would come. The crown would fall upon her head like a weight she could not bear.
But for one night, Yssrina allowed herself to be selfish. To love without restraint. To be touched and adored, to break and be remade beneath the hands of the only man who had ever made her feel alive.
And when dawn arrived, she would no longer be pure. But she would, for the first time, be whole.
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