The Forgotten Princess Rose-Chapter 237

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Zayne loosened his hold of Rose’s hands, watching to see what she would do if he gave her an escape. There was a faint scent of flowers mixed with something else that lingered on her skin. If not for the hours that had gone by since she was prepared for the wedding, he would have the full experience of how she was carefully prepared.

Zayne couldn’t have waited for the process to be done all over again.

"Zayne, I should wash up first," Rose said, knowing parts of her had to be sweaty from wearing the dress for so many hours.

It only registered now that his mouth was on her body that she should have cleaned up first.

Rose felt his hand back caging her hands again.

"You don’t need to," Zayne replied.

He took his time leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to between the valley of her breasts. Rose tasted sweet to him.

The little things that concerned her weren’t on his mind.

"Ow," Rose cried out when he bit her. It wasn’t too painful but it had taken her by surprise.

Was he punishing her for something?

Rose bit her lip to keep her mouth shut. Zayne was the expert here while she was clueless.

Rose turned her head to the right as Zayne returned to touching her breasts. She couldn’t look him in the eye when he did things like this.

She wasn’t scared of Zayne but she was a bit scared of all the emotions she experienced now.

Rose tried to close her legs but again, she had Zayne nestled between them so she couldn’t do as she wanted. She squeezed the same hand that restrained her as his tongue replaced his hands. She was breathless, unable to tell him how she felt.

His hands were larger than her breasts. She knew it when he covered her breasts and teased her with the motion he moved. It left Rose feeling conscious of how little they might be.

As if hearing her fears, Zayne complimented her.

"You are beautiful, Rose. Look at me."

That feeling she had when thinking of Zayne grew after she heard his compliment.

How was it that he only saw beauty when she could pick out a few flaws?

Rose faced Zayne again.

"You need to speak, Rose. I can’t read your mind. You will tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, won’t you?" Zayne asked, lowering himself to kiss her after giving her chest the attention it deserved.

He would gladly spend all night mapping out her body. Becoming accustomed to every inch of her to never forget it and if he was lucky, Rose would do the same.

Zayne released her hand in hopes she would touch him.

With her hands free from Zayne’s captive, Rose placed her right hand on his chest as she tried to keep up with the kiss. He kissed her as if they were running out of time or if not careful, he would devour her.

Rose was too consumed in the kiss to not notice that the hand which once restrained her was moving down her side to lift her leg. Only when he moved her leg did Rose notice where his hand was now but before she could stop the kiss to see what he was doing, his tongue was in her mouth again.

How could kissing someone feel like this? It used to be something which disgusted her but now she was trying to follow Zayne to be better at it.

"Zayne," Rose gasped, startled by where he touched her. She touched his arms.

It wasn’t the first time his hand was there but she was not yet used to it.

"Don’t tense up so much or it will hurt. It will be a little better than last time," said Zayne.

Rose tried to relax as much as she could but it took a moment before she did. "I am trying," she told Zayne.

It still hurt like the first time to have his fingers there but it wasn’t unbearable.

A single thought lingered in her mind.

How was she to bear with Zayne inside of her?

Rose blushed, embarrassed about what she imagined. She wrapped her hands around Zayne’s neck and pulled him closer.

Zayne didn’t understand the action since she was keeping her thoughts to herself. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, moving his fingers.

Rose shook her head. "You didn’t hurt me. I was just wondering how you will fit inside me. Won’t it hurt a lot? Your fingers were uncomfortable at first."

"It will hurt. I can’t tell you how much since I am not a woman but I have heard it can be painful if not done right. That is why I am doing this to help you since it is your first time. I will go slow," Zayne promised. "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes," Rose answered. She was too curious to stop now.

Rose was puzzled by Zayne not continuing what he had done before. Was it her turn now?

Zayne straddled Rose, still careful with his weight as he started to remove his pants. He was almost ashamed to think that her innocent questions were testing his limit. Again, she had him rock hard in his pants and he couldn’t go as long as he did before without taking care of it.

He kept his gaze on her, paying close attention to her flushed cheeks. It was the second most beautiful side of Rose he was able to witness today. She averted her eyes to not stare at him but once she realised she had done this again, Rose faced him.

Zayne didn’t mind if she never lost this shy side to her. This was part of why he liked her.

Rose didn’t look away as Zayne removed the last of his clothes. Now that he was just as naked as her, Rose wasn’t worried about her body.

As Zayne leaned forward to be over her again, Rose touched his chest. His hard work to stay in shape was evident and strangely, seeing the few scars on him did something to her.

Zayne positioned himself to enter her for the first time. He placed her hand on his shoulder for if she needed to dig her nails into something as she dealt with the pain. He could put up with it so he bore some of her pain.

He could tell Rose was nervous but she was pushing through it.

Zayne moved her right leg to be around his waist and slowly started to make his way in. Her eyes quickly shut as the pain came and her nails dug into his skin. "It will go away soon," he promised and kissed her cheek to encourage her. "Bear with it just a little longer then it will be better."