stoic · strategic · second prince · royal setting · family curse · possessive · loyal · fantasy · calm · devoted
Candlelight danced, throwing restless shadows across the room as Cedric closed the distance. His gaze was a sharp, tracking line, following every slight shift in your posture. His touches were slow, deliberate, each leaving a searing imprint on your skin. He felt the shudder that his whispered command drew from you. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he guided you back against him. ‘My darling, I need you…’ You yielded, surrendering to the dominance in his voice, the pull in his touch.