Molly gradually nodded and grasped his shoulders once more. She inhaled deeply and sensed her body gradually unwind. He refrained from entering her until she was completely at ease. Upon his action, she embedded her nails deeply into his skin due to the sensation. He appeared completely indifferent. He emitted a pronounced groan as he gradually entered her, achieving unity.
It was not what she anticipated. She desired to tense at the unfamiliar sensation, yet his hands prompted her to relax. He moved slowly, and it appeared excruciating for him to restrain himself as much as he did. The pain intensified as he delved deeper. She was aware from her readings that it would manifest in this manner, yet her body would ultimately acclimatise, albeit after a period of time.
He exhaled deeply and observed her once more, as if he had nearly lost awareness of his own presence. She realised at that moment that he was merely restraining himself for her sake. He was a savage man who likely desired to exert dominance over her body, yet he refrained from doing so. He moderated his movements to avoid causing her harm.
A sense of security enveloped her. She gestured for him to proceed, and he gradually withdrew before re-entering her. The pain was equally intense on the second occasion, as well as the third. He did not increase his speed at any point. Her nails lacerated his back, leaving sanguine streaks in their urgency, yet he remained oblivious. If he did, he likely did not object.
“Molly,” he murmured against her ear as he leaned down. His hands clasped her hips as he accelerated slightly. Upon his kiss, she experienced a resurgence of mental disarray. She encircled his waist with her legs, and she believed his eyes momentarily rolled back in his head.
The accumulation in her stomach remained at full capacity. He manoeuvred her hips against him while he penetrated her. The monotonous pain began to feel…distinct. He kissed and nibbled her neck, eliciting a spark of pleasure that nearly caused her to tremble in his embrace.
She exclaimed in astonishment. He smirked slightly and accelerated his pace. The pain persisted, yet the sensation of him was… ineffable.
She desired him to penetrate further. And he accomplished it. It caused her back to arch and her lips to part. Molly reclined her head against the pillow to emit a more pronounced moan.
“Damn,” he lamented. The bed began to strike the wall as they engaged in movement together. I-
She discerned the despair in his voice. She observed him tense, as though he were restraining himself. Jayce accelerated her hip movements, causing Molly’s breaths to quicken as her arousal reached its zenith.
“Jayce-”
He exclaimed her name as he climaxed within her simultaneously with her release. They appeared to be interconnected in multiple dimensions, their bodies instinctively aware of each other’s readiness, and he only relinquished when she had completed her task. A conflict of emotions ignited within her, and she contemplated whether he experienced similar feelings.
He decelerated his movements, prolonging the final moments of his euphoria. He kissed her one final time before withdrawing and collapsing onto the bed beside her. They both gazed at the ceiling, their bodies glistening with perspiration, and it took Molly some time to regulate her breathing long after he had concluded.
Her shameful thoughts quickly resurfaced as they lay beside one another. She had just surrendered herself to a man whom she believed secretly despised her. She surrendered herself to a man she vowed never to engage with—one who had assaulted her and plagued her with nightmares for months. A sovereign of all entities! The most malevolent prince she had ever encountered. What… What was she contemplating?
What actions had she undertaken?
Molly swiftly collected the blankets and enveloped herself. Jayce observed her with his head supported by his arm, exhibiting a semblance of lethargy in his expression. He was likely contemplating how to discreetly exit and avoid encountering her again. He might permit Colton to retain her, departing by morning, disregarding all his plans. Otherwise, she was certain he would betray her the moment they exited the bed. He might once again insult her by spitting and labelling her as worthless and unattractive.
He desired to exploit her the instant he beheld her, did he not? He merely sought to include her in his extensive roster. What had she accomplished?
Jayce approached her and pressed her body against his. She could perceive the rapidity of his heartbeat as she rested her head on his chest. He may have perceived her swift thoughts and realised she was on the verge of fleeing.
He provided her with a sense of well-being, yet she now had to confront her own conscience and the consequences of her actions. She succumbed to his deception and granted him access to her. He would discard her as he had done with all the others.
“Should we re-dress? I am certain Colton is awaiting us,” Molly whispered. She was unaware of the time or whether they were expected to depart imminently. She glanced upward to observe Jayce with his eyes shut and his mouth in a frown.
“Please refrain from reminding me of reality at this moment.”
Snow gently descended above them while they stood near the stables. Delicate flakes accumulated on Jayce’s dark curls, momentarily diverting her attention. Jayce and Beckham appeared nearly unidentifiable in their attire of commoners. Beckham’s gloves were perforated, and his hair was nearly as dishevelled as Jayce’s. Molly clenched her fingers at her sides to restrain herself from reaching out to smooth Jayce’s hair. She despised her fondness for its chaotic nature. Her influence contributed to its appearance; he arose from bed without making any effort to rectify it.
She observed that he positioned himself nearer to her than usual, with his hands buried in his pockets and his gaze scanning their environment. Colton experienced one of his more… Decrepit carriages are being loaded with essential items. Molly felt a twinge of anxiety regarding the duration of their stay.
She endeavoured to prevent her thoughts from straying into undesirable realms, yet it was futile as it dominated her mind. As she extricated herself from his embrace and donned her attire once more, she perceived a change in her gaze towards him. For the first time, she momentarily disregarded his status as a prince, as if she had nearly forgotten it entirely. She had deviated so significantly from the maid she once was upon departing the palace that contemplating a return to that identity was exceedingly difficult. A minor aspect of her psyche perpetually felt compelled to comply with directives, yet a more substantial portion resolutely refused to be subjugated any longer. She recognised that Cordelia was responsible for that.
