The Prince’s Diary. Let’s merge our souls together, binding them through our bodies. I see you each night, waddling in front of my doors. My gaze casts a secure look on your shadow and in the darkness you come in. I see you before I sleep, I see you everywhere I think. I see you in places you would never imagine. I see you, trying to not to stare at you, and failing woefully. I see you staring at my lips as they move. And that makes me stare at yours too. I picture myself in between you, in between you thighs. I picture myself dipping your boobs in my mouth. I stare at your face, you neck, and the only thing I feel is missing there is my hands. I want to choke you till you moan and toss. I want your moans to be my wake up call. I want to see you. I want to see every part of you, the you that is covered with your clothes. I want to pleasure you, with everything I have in me.I take your hands in mine, and bind themI lead you to the side of the bed after i have blind folded you. Af
“I want to circle your areola with my tongue. I have have always wanted to do that. And now that you are here, that is the only thing I can think of.” Adam whispered in my ears. He was so close to me now, his face was next to my head. He was whispering things that was making me shift and toss on the bed, to my ears. Adam was making me roll insane. Like I had no other thing to think of in life. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. It felt like my heart was preparing to burst out of it ribcage. Adam had a way of making me forget my morals. Every part of my body was laced with goosebumps. I could feel it. On my thighs, at my back, behind my ears. I almost went insane when Adam used his tongue to lick the back of my ears. The feeling felt so foreign and sweet at the same time. I wanted Adam there. I wanted him with me. I wanted to inhale him, I wanted him to touch me for every day of my life. His touch was like an addiction. I was running low on his touch. I wanted him to touch me as soon
Adam’s butt chick had definitely cracked with the way he had hit them on the floor, if it had not even cracked the first time when Remy had interrupted us and I had pushed him to the floor, it had definitely done that at the moment. He was still on the floor, his eyes on me like I had just ripped something painful out of him. After no one answering, the person finally entered and it turned out be Martin. Considering the fact that he was looking between the both of us like some puzzle, or the fact that him and his mate had the ability to always interrupt us, I was starting to wonder if they always did it on purpose. It was the both couples worked with those mind. The same way Martin had smiled, and had paired both her eyes with ours was enough explanation that he had indeed come here for a purpose I was not sure Adam was going to really like. His brows almost linked with the beginning of his forehead as he tried and failed woefully, to raise a brow up. Very calculated but mischievous
We remained like that, I laid my back on the bed, my legs dangling from the edges. I was so sure that at this rate, I was not looking forward to whatever it was that Adam had to talk to me about. It was not just going to be what I was going to down for. A part me wanted to, wanted to because I kept opposing the thought. But a part of me actually wanted to blame him, for throwing the both of under the bus. Now, I cannot be his girlfriend in peace because will probably be waiting for the day both me and him were going to be marked and I was going to officially be a crown princess. It was going to be something they might actually not get. I did not want to think of that. In fact, I did not know how, but I wanted to project my mind not to think of anything at all because my whole being was tired. Nothing made sense to me anymore. It felt like when we I finally found a solution to whatever it was that was bothering me, something greater was even going to trample on top. How was I going to
I still remained in the car, with no one to talk to, or even speak to about how it was going on in my mind except my reflection looking at me in the side mirror. That was the only person who understood how mandatory it was for me to have spoken to dad, but I had refused. I closed my eyes in shame. I had actually been distracted enough to forget that somehow, in a way, even if it should have been for a while, I should have called Dad at some point. Reason one, he would have been really worried about me, and I had thought he was going to be at work, when he had totally not been because he had come home early, waiting for me to get back home only for me not to return. Reason two, apparently, my phone had been throughout yesterday and only Adam had plugged it in for me, which I had, had no idea of because I had been too distracted about everything. So now, Dad had been worried sick of me, and I had not slept at home. Two offence to apologize for by the time I get back home. I was not al
My mind was screaming at me to laugh all the laugh I had in me now, because I knew after seeing dad, nothing was going to be the same again. Not even my emotions. “Thank you for the explanation. Now I get why you had done that. Honestly, I won’t ask you to take it back too. I mean, it is high time everyone knew of that. I had not even been shocked.” I made a weird expression. “Exactly,” Adam raised his hands on emphasis. “I mean, when I had said that, I had expected you to walk out of the hall while causing a scene. I mean, I had been ready for that. Nothing had prepared me for you to be mute. At some point, I was worried something had happened to you.” Adam said and I laughed. He was making me look really dramatic. I was not even that bad. “Oh stop it, Adam. You know I won’t even do that in the first place.” I hit him by his arms. Adam removed his eyes from the road to blink at me. “You? Says you? You are getting me distracted Adam, I need to focus on me. I need to think of me.
I was still in the car, we were about five minutes from home and I could feel the nerves behind the pulse of my ears. I was really scared and anxious that he was going to be really mad at me. I hated to see dad that way. Adam had been speaking to me for over a minute, and there was no way I could concentrate. My mind was filled up.“Hey, hey. Listen to me. I don’t know whatever relationship you have with your dad, but I know that he won’t be really angry as you are making it seem, or as you are reacting. Your dad is just mad at you because he had been worried, he probably thought something had happened to you. But don’t worry, I will be with you. I will explain whatever happened to him. I know how to lie very well, that’s my speciality.” Adam winked at me and I laughed. “Wow, you have a speciality at lying, right? Tell me more. You must have lied a lot when you were much younger.” I said and Adam scoffed.. “Trust me love, I have done a lot of things in this life and I have lived for
I was not going to lie, the thing hurt me. Every pry of my heart was cringing hurt. I knew that I had done something bad and unforgivable but the fact that dad was not even giving me the benefit of the doubt or the urge to explain was making me feel really weird. We had been standing for few minutes before dad finally remembered he was to invite Adam to sit, “I’m sorry my Prince, you should have a seat.” Dad said and I rolled my eyes. Adam only laughed. “Call me Adam, sir.” He said and Dad shook his head. One would think they had been taking for ages and this was only not the first time the both of them were meeting. I rolled my eyes at the man. He was a very dramatic person. “Hi, dad.” I said again and this time, he acknowledged me. I know that he was refusing to say anything yet, just because Adam was here with me and I was going to make sure to make use of that opportunity and get him to stop being mad at me. It was like Adam had read my mind because he spoke, “So this was hap