Heart Over Sword-Chapter 265: Sweet Kisses (1)

{ Ten minutes before }

The prince and princess stopped inside Evanna’s bed chambers upon seeing a beautiful man kneeling on a cushion before the large bed. He wore only a robe, revealing a smooth, muscular chest. His brown hair was long and past his shoulders, eyes a deep blue.

Evanna blinked back in surprise and shared a look with Arawn before approaching the elf. "*Who are you, and why are you here? *" She asked pensively.

"*I am your servant, your highness. A gift from the king and queen,*" he replied, eyes still lowered to the ground.

Evanna enquired, "*Is that so? And could you please explain why my servant is scarcely dressed?*" Unbeknownst to Evanna, she remained oblivious to Arawn’s intense glare directed towards the servant.

Evanna’s skin crawled as she heard the unnerving words, "*You may use me as you wish, your highness.*" The servant’s voice lacked emotion, and his vacant gaze fixed upon nothingness only added to the unsettling drop of her stomach.

Her chest ached at the sight. She glanced at Arawn over her shoulder. "*Did you also get a... gift?*" She enquired. There was no accusatory tone in her voice; she was curious if this was a custom.

"*As soon as we arrived at our chambers. I believe Ronan accepted the servant girls on our behalf,*" Arawn replied, observing the man and then Evanna’s expression. She truly was compassionate. This man could work as a spy for the king and queen. Yet, Arawn knew Evanna was no fool.

Evanna, on the other hand, was still processing that Ronan spent his free time with four women? Was that correct? How could he... She rid her thoughts of the unnecessary scenes filling her mind and glanced at the man.

"*What is your name?*" Evanna enquired, her voice softer.

"*Iston.*"

"*Iston. I do not require your services tonight. When you next return, I’d prefer you to be fully dressed. I am a princess of Dunhurst and cannot be seen with an undressed man entering and exiting my chambers. You may tell the king and queen that when they interrogate you.*

Iston bowed his head deeply. "*As you wish, your highness.*" He did not argue that he would not inform the king and queen after this.

Evanna sighed, her hand going to her forehead as she flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Iston left quietly, though he paused for a moment just outside the door before closing it quietly behind him. Arawn climbed onto the bed and pulled Evanna into his arms, tightening his hold when she nestled closer against his chest.

"You knew he was a spy," Arawn whispered.

"I suspect," Evanna wearily replied. "But he doesn’t look well fed. Do they own slaves here?"

Arawn nodded quietly. He could tell Evanna’s bleeding heart yearned to reach out to Iston and help him. However, they needed to remain focused and leave this place. Besides, Evanna was mentally drained. "Shh, get some rest. It’s been a long couple of days," he whispered soothingly, kissing her head again.

"Not yet. I want to stay conscious in your arms for a while. Everything has been chaotic, but being here like this with you is the only thing that makes sense," Evanna sighed, relishing the warmth Arawn’s arms and chest provided. She was still draped in the delicate, thin fabric of the elven dress, feeling as vulnerable as if she was completely naked.

In Arawn’s arms, though, she was utterly comfortable. Feeling complete even.

"I’ll stay as long as you need," Arawn murmured back. He was already thinking about the next steps from here. Evanna was always scheming, but he would do it for her. She had been through enough already, and he needed to reassure her.

Arawn admired Evanna’s strength, intelligence, and courage, but he also understood that with his support, they could share her burdens, and he could assist her.

Evanna tilted her chin up, her arms wrapping around his neck, seeking comfort from him. Arawn gladly met her lips, a small smile on his. She was growing more confident, unlike the first time she was in his palace. They stayed like that for a while, kissing softly, enjoying each other’s company and snuggling.

However, their tender exchange shifted when Evanna felt a subtle, arousing pressure against her stomach. A soft sigh escaped her lips, mingling with the growing wetness that surged within her core, as she realised Arawn was becoming aroused from their sweet kisses. What began as a quest for comfort gradually transformed into something more intense as Evanna parted her lips, inviting the exploration of Arawn’s tongue. Her insides fluttered with a profound longing, amplified by the tightening of his embrace, which pressed her breasts more firmly against his chest.

His hand grazed down her thigh, pausing at the slit of the dress and groaned appreciatively into her mouth. The vibration stirred her into wanting more.

Desire led her hand to trail down Arawn’s chest and to the top of his breeches, where skin and cloth met. Arawn sucked in a sharp breath, one hand gently covering hers, as he paused their kissing.

"Do you not want me to?" Evanna whispered, her voice uncertain and questioning. Doubt crept into her mind, making her wonder if she had misinterpreted the signals.

Arawn searched her eyes and could tell she was influenced by her own needs. She was so pure and innocent, but he could control himself. He would. She was curious, and why wouldn’t she want to touch his erection?

Evanna was the one to cause it, after all. It didn’t seem like the right time, though. Not with everything that happened. But maybe that was exactly what Evanna needed. Something to distract her.

Arawn did not mind being that distraction.

With his mindset, Arawn released her hand and cupped her breast beneath the tantalising dress that turned him into a starved man. His thumb and finger instantly found her perky buds and began to rub them in a tender, teasing manner. A soft hum of want slipped from Evanna’s throat, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle any further sounds. Arawn pressed his lips against hers again, claiming them as her hand gently caressed his heated member in her hand.

Evanna had to push through the hazy fog of desire from Arawn’s touch and kiss. She wanted to give him pleasure, watch her handsome prince enjoy himself from her touch. She could only hope it would cause him pleasure.

Evanna’s hand moved slowly up and down, her hold tight on the large erection. "Loosen... a little," Arawn instructed against her lips. He was a little breathless.

"Is it painful?"

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