Page 15 of Claimed By the Alien Prince
CARYS
Z evran's lips touch mine, and everything goes still. A hush blankets the room, and then sparks ignite. It’s like flipping a switch in the dark—sudden, blinding light flooding every crevice of my being.
Every nerve awakens, alive and searching for him, as if he holds the key to some long-buried instinct I didn’t even know I had. His hands press me against the wall, fingers greedy, claiming territory that feels impossibly right.
I gasp against his mouth, overwhelmed by the heat radiating from his body.
There’s something primal about this connection, something raw that pulls at every part of me.
It puts all my past relationships to shame—the awkward kisses, the uncertain touches—none of them come close to this fevered dance.
I moan softly, deepening the kiss as I tilt my head just enough to press my lips firmer against his.
Zevran responds with equal hunger; it’s as if he’s starved for this moment as much as I am.
My hands find their way into his long hair, fingers curling into the silky strands as I tug him closer. The world outside fades into oblivion.
Heat coils in my belly, spreading outward like wildfire, igniting every inch of my skin that comes into contact with him. Each brush of our bodies sends jolts racing through me—every gasp and sigh escapes my lips unbidden. My body craves more.
He tastes different—exotic and sweet—like the forest itself has infused its essence into him. It leaves me dizzy and craving more than just a kiss; I want all of him. With each movement, each push and pull of our bodies together, I'm consumed by an urgency I never anticipated feeling for anyone.
My heart pounds in rhythm with our breaths; it’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once. “Zevran,” I murmur between kisses, a mix of pleading and wonder slipping past my lips.
“Carys,” he breathes back against my mouth—a rasping whisper filled with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
I can feel him pressing me deeper against the wall as if trying to meld our bodies together—flesh on flesh—a desperate need radiating off him in waves that matches my own longing. There’s no space left between us; it’s like we’re one entity caught in this moment.
His hands roam freely along my sides, exploring the contours of my body with an eagerness that makes me shudder pleasantly under his touch. Every caress sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me; each brush feels electric as it travels from his fingertips to somewhere deep within.
When he grips my waist and pulls me flush against him, a startled gasp escapes me—it ignites a firestorm inside that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation. He wants me just as fiercely as I want him.
A rush of confidence swells within me—I reach up to cup his jawline with one hand while tracing the intricate green markings on his skin with the other.
They feel cool beneath my fingertips but resonate warmth back at me—a silent reminder that he is both warrior and prince, wrapped in layers far more complex than what lies beneath.
His eyes flash open for just a moment—bright jade locking onto mine—and there’s something almost feral in them; a wildness tempered by hunger and urgency.
But then he kisses me again; I’m lost once more in this tempest we’ve created together—his tongue sliding against mine in a way that stirs every inch of desire within me until all rational thought slips away like water through fingers.
It feels endless; time stretches thin around us while everything else fades—the palace walls dissolving until it’s just us here amidst whispers of passion echoed by our racing hearts.
“I can’t get enough,” I breathe between kisses, almost panting now as desperation claw at my insides—yearning not just for more contact but for understanding this connection that binds us so fiercely together amid uncertainty and chaos.
His response is immediate; he leans harder against me until it feels like nothing else matters but this moment we’ve crafted out of sheer need—the two of us defying everything else outside these walls without hesitation or remorse.
Just as I feel myself tipping over the edge, a sharp knock rattles the door, pulling us from our haze.
“Zevran, the council requires your presence.”
His lips pull away, leaving me breathless and wanting. He stares at me for a heartbeat that stretches painfully long before he turns, slamming the door behind him.
Silence fills the space he leaves, heavy and disorienting. I sink to the floor, knees folding beneath me as confusion washes over like cold water. What just happened?
“What the fuck did he just do to me?” My voice shakes with disbelief as I lean back against the wall, heart still racing in the aftermath of that kiss. I feel lightheaded, adrift in a whirlwind of sensations that leaves my skin buzzing.
The door feels like a barrier now—between what we shared and whatever reality waits outside.
His warmth lingers on my lips, intoxicating and frustrating all at once.
Why did he have to go? My thoughts race back to that moment—his hands gripping my waist, his breath mingling with mine—and I can’t shake off how alive it made me feel.
I push myself up off the floor and pace around the room, but it’s no use; there’s nowhere to go.
I run my fingers through my damp hair, frustration bubbling inside me like a boiling pot on the verge of spilling over.
What does this mean? I came here for research—not whatever that was. My head spins with questions.
Why does this prince wield such power over me? The last thing I need is to get tangled up in some alien prince's drama when I have my own career to worry about back home.
My gaze drifts to the window, where vines dangle like fingers beckoning from beyond glass—a reminder of all I’ve sacrificed for this assignment. Every bit of ambition now feels like a cruel joke underlined by this… connection.