Chapter twelve.

(Smut ahead, wouldn't call it that but you'll get the idea when you get there.)

Simon's POV.

Patience. A practice it was and for I? It was nothing but draining. I never knew that one little slip up would just crumble up everything I had hoped on forgetting. Everything I knew I couldn't have was something I wouldn't hope on depending on.

But I found myself in a situation where everything went against me and I couldn't think straight or figure it out like I hoped I would. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Even so there was just one word to describe how I felt the past week and it was completely shitty.

Imagine having to wake up, serve someone who you love and would so much as die for only to realize his engaged to someone that's not you. Pacing the corridors knowing I couldn't move my eyes frantically because one way or another I'll see them and catch them being so in love with each other, and every time it just felt like I was a shadow lurking.

My heart hurt and everything inside of me burnt. I've never felt or gotten the edge to kill someone but looking at him and thinking how just one simple night had made me hope. Hope for him to fight for whatever me and him had going on. In my heart I felt that everything he said that morning would soon be true and that I'd be able to be his and not a servant anymore. But yes, people were allowed to dream.

The dinners, the long walks and everything that the king set up to bring them closer I was somehow in between. I had to make everything go according to plan and I had to endure my so called lover shower someone with love that I for one thought was for me and no one else. The surprising thing was, he seemed so happy with her. I felt so stupid and blamed myself for thinking things would change just like that between him and I, but then yes, a romance between a Prince and a servant, that sounded absurd.

I sighed. Next week was the wedding and I for one was heartbroken and knew I had to accept it. There wasn't a way he'd ever be mine, why would he be ? He never would drop his status for a normal being like me, we don't fit each other. I heard a knock on my door snapping me out of my messed up mind. I yelled come in and in came Prince Melus. A huge grin on his face. I didn't want to see him after the week I had but even so the resolve and everything I had thought about seemed to disappear, seeing his face made me feel better.  That made me angry, I didn't want to be dependent on him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sternly. I looked at him and rolled my eyes at him, slowly I took my servant workings off preparing for my slumber.

"I came to apologize." He replied, his shoulders slumping as he intertwined his fingers, his head dipping to face the ground.

"For what exactly? I don't remember you doing anything wrong, My Prince." I replied taking my pants off. The only thing left was my under garments and with that I was a bit skeptical because he was here. He looked at me but I could see his eyes trailing and a zooming in on me. I wasn't uncomfortable. It felt good realizing I still had some sort of effect on him even though that only happened just by me being half naked.

He froze. His eyes trailed all over my body and I could swear I saw lust in his eyes. He took one step and looked at me. When he realized I wasn't moving, he took another. He looked up again out of curiosity and within seconds he was so close I could barely see the cold hard floor. My breath hitched. All of the sudden all I felt was tenseness and my heart had start beating rapidly. Right, he still had such an effect on me too.

He pulled me by my waist.  No warning. Nothing. My body collided with his and everything he had done this week vanished. Why was I angry at him again?

My hands both laid on his chest as I looked into his eyes. Right those very eyes that bore deep into my soul. Those very same eyes that made me forget the status between me and him. Those very same eyes that showed love and made me feel a lot of things at the same time. Those very same eyes that made me go tense and sent so many shivers down my spine I'm afraid I'll fall weak in the knees. Those very same eyes that got me feeling all tingly again. Those very same eyes that undressed me clothed and satisfied me even when he unraveled me that one auspicious night, a night I'd never forget.

Why was I falling more and more for him even when he caused me so much pain?

"I..."he started, sighing. He closed his eyes as he leaned in, his forehead touching mine. It's moments like this that gave me hope. Moments like this that made me feel special.

"I've never stopped thinking about you. Everyday, every hour, every minute and every fucking damn second, you are there haunting my mind."he breathed out. His breath fanning my eyelashes. "Simon, you've messed me up. My one and only desire every single day." His hand on my waist got tighter pushing me more against him. I forgot to breathe seconds after.

"Prince Melus, I-"

"Stop with the honorifics for just today. Call me Melus." He breathed out, his voice coming out gruff and his breath hot.

He let go of me taking a step back. The heat  leaving with him. The heat that I liked so much, and for once I felt betrayed.

"I can't help myself. Please put your clothes on until I leave. I'll do things I'll regret later Simon." He replied.

"Last time I checked, you're in my room. If you can't take it,leave. I never called you anyways."  It didn't come out as a shout nor was it believable that I wanted him gone. I knew my eyes evoked something else and that was definitely not hatred for him.

He came at me kissing me leaving no room for  me to register what was happening. His lips. The one thing I wouldn't  mind eating everyday. They made me lose any dignity I had left, I was at his mercy. I've always been. He kissed me in hunger and yearning. His tongue prying my lips  as he busked in the wetness of my mouth dancing formally with my tongue. He dug deeper and deeper into my senses and for seconds I couldn't think or feel. All I knew was that my mind was going senseless for this one man and I didn't want him letting me go.

His hands trailed all over me. From my neck, nipples, chest and tummy. Down they went to ass cheeks as he squeezed one growling into the kiss. He pulled me closer against him leaving no space for air. He wanted me more than ever and that excited me more.

Lost in the moment I couldn't or didn't register one of his hands traveling down to my shaft and with one hand he swiftly grabbed my member which was fully erected from all the kissing and sexual tension I had felt since he had made his presence known in my room. I gasped pulling away from him as I looked down and marking that he indeed had his hand in my under garments holding on to that one thing that was too sensitive. He pumped on it once. My eyes rolled and my knees were close to bucking as he held me by the waist. I looked into his eyes, there was lust again and that little smirk he did let me know he was about to make me cry.

He pumped again. I shuddered. Bitting my lower lip suppressing a moan which I didn't want him to hear, he couldn't know how weak he made me feel for him. He pumped again and again and soon he fell into a rhythm and went faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore. Until all the Moans turned into cries. My breathing was uneven. I stared at his hand noticing his bulge. Should I do the same? Was I even allowed to? He didn't even notice me as he was focused on giving me pleasure. With one swift move I undid his pants and grabbed his hard member. He was insanely big and in my mind I thought how hadn't I felt how big it was when he was inside me?

He stopped pumping me and looked at me. I pumped him once. I saw him shift, his knees going weak. I pumped him again. He bit his Lower lip and I knew he was trying to suppress something I desperately needed to hear.

"Don't stop, you can't stop." I breathed out. It came more like a moan. I pumped again. This time falling into a rhythm going faster. He did the same. His Moans morphing with mine. He growled from time to time as he pumped me faster his hand on my waist growing tighter. We went like that for few minutes and I could feel myself reaching a climax. I looked at him noticing he had shut his eyes. He went faster. I did the same and at the same time cum stained his hand and so did his on mine. He went limp as his head landed on my shoulder.He breathed out heavily. I couldn't stand and neither could he.

What was supposed to be a confrontation turned into nothing but a release I never knew I wanted.

"Gosh. I fucking love you."

What did he just say?

(I can't write anything related to sexual things and I fucking hate it damn, I'll try more. :(