Flower in the Trap - Chapter 2

Linaelina bit her lip, her eyes flickering uncertainly. Her small hand trailed down the man’s firm chest, slowly, inch by inch, until it finally stopped at that shocking place that made her feel utterly ashamed.

…It was even more intense than what the illustrations in the forbidden books had shown…

She had secretly flipped through those forbidden books passed around in the women’s chambers, believing she had steeled herself for what was to come. But now, faced with reality, the heat and solidity beneath her fingertips made her instinctively want to pull away.

The illusion of preparation shattered completely in the dimly lit bedchamber. Only a single silver oil lamp burned nearby, its unsteady flame casting blurred shadows over the canopy and curtains. The air hung heavy with moisture and the cloying scent of cheap incense, yet none of it could numb her heightened awareness.

Kaellian watched her every reaction with a glint of amusement in his eyes, then let out a low, husky laugh. “Princess… are you certain you know what to do.”

Linaelina’s face flushed scarlet, shame prickling beneath her skin. She bit down hard, resisting the urge to bolt. But there was no escape, there was no turning back now.

Gathering every ounce of courage, her hands, trembling, reached for his c*ck. She tried to lift her hips, angling herself carefully, but no matter how she shifted, she couldn’t quite find the right alignment.

Flustered and embarrassed, she tried repeatedly. Each failed attempt deepened the crease between her brows, her expression tightening with rising frustration. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, dampening the strands of hair that clung stubbornly to her skin.

Her breath came out damp and unsteady, threaded with soft, whimpering sound, small and pitiful, as though she might burst into tears at any moment. A gentle night wind slipped through the slightly ajar window, lifting the curtains and blowing strands of her already disheveled hair.

The tearful look, paired with the faint tremble of her body was stunningly alluring. Kaellian narrowed his eyes, his throat moving in a silent swallow.

This foolish girl…

Where had she found the courage to take the lead like this, so naive in thinking she could stay in control?

With effortless ease, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her slender waist. In one swift movement, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him on the soft bed.

The mattress shook slightly, and the brass ornaments on the bedposts let out a low sound. Linaelina let out a startled cry, her palms instinctively pressing against his firm chest in reflex, her face full of panic.

Kaellian stared down at her, a lock of dark hair slipping across his brow, shadows cloaking the depth of his gaze. His masculine presence poured down on her like a tidal wave, leaving no room to breathe.

He lowered his head, his breath brushing her skin, and gave her earlobe a teasing nip then gently licked the spot to soothe it. Feeling her body flinch, his smile deepened.

“Lie still, Princess,” he murmured against her skin, then tilted her chin upward and kissed her.

His kiss bore no resemblance to her timid, inexperienced touch. His tongue easily parted her lips, sucking in her slightly trembling sweet breath until they turned red and slightly swollen.

Linaelina’s eyes flew wide open in shock. She had never been this physically intimate to a man before. But before she could even think, she found herself drowning in Kaellian’s kiss. Her tongue was seized, every breath and drop of moisture was stolen from her mouth without mercy.

Her fingers clutched helplessly at his shoulders. “Mmm…” she groaned softly, her voice muffled, almost suffocating.

“Breathe through your nose,” he whispered against her cheek, his voice warm and damp.

She gasped sharply, like someone pulled from drowning, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. And her eyes misted with tears…a sight stirring an urge in him to torment her even more.

Kaellian chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction. He sat up slightly, hooking a finger under the ribbon at her chest and giving it a gentle tug.

The delicate silk slipped free, and the sound of fabric brushing against his fingertips echoed in the quiet room. Feeling the sudden chill on her chest, Linaelina let out a startled cry and tried to cover herself, but Kaellian caught her wrists and easily pinned them above her head.

“Giving up already?” he whispered beside her ear, his voice like a serpent sliding across her skin.

Linaelina froze, momentarily dazed, her eyes rimmed with red, but deep within them burned a flicker of defiance that refused to retreat.

Kaellian held her gaze, there was an unfamiliar emotion welling up inside him.

What a foolish princess.

All the better. The kind of fire was the easiest to bend.

“Very good,” he said, his voice rough with amusement. “Then let’s continue.”

As the words fell from his lips, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her trembling collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin and leaving behind a faint, red mark.

Linaelina’s body tensed, her fingers curling into fists as her breathing grew erratic. The moonlight spilled in through the window, casting its glow along the canopy’s edge where shadow and light mingled like the uncertain divide between destiny and choice.

While his lips traced the delicate curve of her skin, Kaellian remained calm, silently calculating each move that would follow.

There was no chance he’d allow anyone to exploit him. On the contrary, he would use this opportunity to take back everything that had been stolen from him.

And tonight is just the beginning of everything.