Molly whispered, “I hope so,” as she entered the confined space. It was scarcely large enough for both of them; she realised that a fire was implausible unless she was willing to endure burns on her back while sleeping.
Molly positioned herself against the wall and shut her eyes. She was indifferent to her appearance or the forthcoming events. Her sole concern was the soothing embrace of rest.
Jayce knelt before her and unfastened his coat. She opened her eyes and observed him with arched eyebrows.
“I presumed you would desire this,” he remarked, producing the loaf of bread he had retrieved from the kitchens. Molly gasped and clutched the compressed bread in her hands. Although it was diminished to half its original size, it appeared equally divine.
“Oh my, I cannot believe you still possess this,” Molly remarked in astonishment, accompanied by a slight laugh. His hand rested on her thigh, and for an instant, she believed he smiled at her—though it might have been a mere figment of her imagination, as he rarely smiled for more than a fleeting moment. Molly tore the bread in half and extended it towards him.
His fingers brushed against hers as he accepted it. Molly swiftly bit into her own before her thoughts could meander. It surpassed her expectations in flavour; she regretted not having consumed the entire portion before their departure—even if it had resulted in her demise, it would have been worthwhile.
They consumed their bread in silence. He positioned himself beside her, his leg touching hers. She lost sight of the reason for her anger towards him, yet a slight distance lingered in her chest. Perhaps it was her heart cautioning her against getting too close to him, despite having already surpassed that threshold.
“I am uncertain if I can persuade them,” Jayce remarked softly. It was one of the initial instances she had observed him lacking self-assurance. Molly swallowed her bread and directed her attention towards him.
Do you consider this risk to be worthwhile?Molly enquired.
He directed his gaze towards her, and only then did she comprehend their proximity. His eyes remained fixated on her lips for an unusually extended duration.
Affirmative. I have been strategising this for years. I would not have travelled here and compromised some of their trust if I were not certain.
“That concludes it.” Your only option is to make an effort. Individuals are capricious; however, this does not preclude the possibility of transformation.” Molly extended her hand to caress his face and bestowed a smile.
Jayce grasped her hand. “I am uncertain about my thoughts when I am in your presence,” he confessed.
What is your meaning?
“One part of me desires to expel you into the snow, while the other part yearns for your presence beneath me whenever I hear you dispute with me.”
Molly’s cheeks reddened slightly. “I could express a similar sentiment,” she whispered, daringly gliding her hand up his thigh.
Jayce’s eyes swiftly clouded with longing. “I dislike being provoked.”
“I was informed that it may be enjoyable.”
Jayce observed her with intrigue. His azure eyes tracked her hand, causing Molly to momentarily doubt her intentions. Boldness was uncharacteristic for her, and she was uncertain of her desires, yet he appeared receptive to her advances. His intense gaze rekindled a surge of adrenaline and confidence within her, which had been waning.
He refrained from guiding her actions as he typically would. Instead, he observed her attempt to derive the solution to her own inquiry. A portion of her harboured resentment towards him for this, as she preferred his directives. However, she would never concede this to him.
Molly located the button of his trousers and gradually began to unfasten it. She observed the bulge in his trousers, and a surge of warmth coursed through her veins, countering the chill. What transformation had he wrought upon her? Kylie would be incensed if she discovered Molly’s clandestine activities with Prince Jayce.
Molly briefly locked eyes with him. Jayce clenched his fists at his sides, restraining himself. Molly discreetly slid her hand into his trousers and caressed his warm, rigid member.
Jayce trembled at her touch. He bit his lip and reclined his head against the stone wall. “Molly…” he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine and igniting a desire to sit on his lap.
Molly extracted his length and widened her eyes at its magnitude. She was aware of his considerable size, having experienced it within her on multiple occasions. Nevertheless, his dimensions consistently astonished her. How could he possibly fit inside her?
Molly inquisitively caressed his erection. She perceived a strangled sound emanating from his throat, prompting her to question the correctness of her actions. When he did not deter her, she encircled him with her fingers and gradually moved her hand up and down while moistening her lips with her tongue.
“Damn,” he murmured. Molly looked up at him and observed the pleasure manifesting on his face due to her actions. Jayce pressed his lower lip between his teeth.
What actions should I undertake?Molly enquired softly. Her cheeks flushed, she accelerated her hand’s movement slightly yet remained apprehensive with each contact.
“You are exasperating.” “Place it in your mouth,” he commanded, infused with a hint of dark desire. Molly had not even contemplated such a scandalous act; it nearly elicited a gasp from her.
Molly hesitated once more but compelled herself to muster some confidence as she leaned forward. Gradually, she traced her tongue along his length while maintaining eye contact. Jayce momentarily closed his eyes and parted his lips in response to the sensation. This caused her to tighten her thighs as warmth accumulated between her legs.
She traced her tongue to the tip before commencing to take him into her mouth. Aware of her limitations, she grasped the base of his length with one hand while the other supported his thigh.
Molly gradually advanced more of him into her mouth, sensing his body tense under her touch. Upon realising he could not penetrate further, she withdrew completely before reintroducing him. A persistent doubt lingered in her mind regarding the correctness of her actions.
“Damn, Molly,” Jayce groaned. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and he regarded her with a desire-laden stare. He grasped her hair for support. Molly sighed at her own pulsating need; she yearned to touch herself, but her hands were currently engaged. Moreover, she longed for him to be the one to alleviate her throbbing core.
Molly consistently manoeuvred his length in and out of her mouth. His hand gripped her hair, directing her movements along his erection as he observed her actions. This was arguably the most depraved act she had ever engaged in, yet she appeared to crave more. The maid persona she once embodied would be appalled by her current self.
She caressed his skin with her tongue as if it were a delicacy. His guttural groans elicited a tremor of desire within her. She withdrew her hand from his thigh and guided it down her own body.
Her breasts exhibited sensitivity to her touch, seemingly yearning for additional stimulation. This sensation paled in comparison to the throbbing intensity emanating from her core. Molly slid her hand down her pants and beyond her panties to alleviate the mounting pressure.
