Chapter Sixty-seven
Faelen’s POV
As the laughter and chatter from the dinner filled the air, I couldn’t shake off the discomfort of the dress hugging my body.
It was beautiful, a deep shade of blue that seemed to complement my hair, but every time I moved, I felt it tighten around me, making it hard to breathe.
I needed a moment away from the table, a chance to gather myself and take a breath. Excusing myself from the lively conversation, I slipped out of the dining hall.
Just as I turned to head towards the nearby restroom, I bumped into Caleb. He was leaning casually against the wall, a soft smile on his lips.
“Faelen,” he said, his eyes brightening as they went over me. “You look absolutely stunning in that dress.”
“Thank you, but I can barely breathe in it,” I admitted, giving a small laugh, hoping to mask my discomfort.
Caleb chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Besides, you’re supposed to look like a princess tonight. That’s the point.”
I smiled back, but inside I felt strange. I didn’t know if I wanted to get used to it. I didn’t feel like a princess… I felt like an imposter.
“Well, I’m not sure how long I can manage,” I replied, trying to keep my voice light.
“Just go enjoy yourself,” he encouraged. “We’re all thankful to you.”
With a nod, I excused myself again, making my way to the guest restroom. Once inside, I took a deep breath and stared at myself in the mirror, my heart racing.
I fumbled with the hidden ties of the dress behind, attempting to loosen it just enough to breathe without feeling suffocated.
The fabric was beautiful, but it felt like a reminder of everything that had changed in my life, and all the pressures that came with it.
As I managed to loosen it a bit, I caught my reflection in the glass, and I couldn’t help but notice my eyes reflecting with unshed tears.
But, beneath that exterior, my emotions stirred. I thought back to everything I had endured, since just a little girl.
The day my parents died felt distant now, though still a sad moment that had shifted the course of my life.
I had gone from a sweet innocent child to a pawn in a game of power, one more property for Alpha Zodd, rather than a cherished ward.
Each day had been a struggle for survival, especially during my time undercover. Living with the constant fear of being discovered was a burden I carried heavily.
Humiliations had been a constant in my life, each one a reminder of my place as a low life. I could still hear the laughter of the girls who had taunted me before.
They’d thought they were so much better than me. But now I was here, no longer a slave like them, honored in a way I had never thought possible.
Yet, even with that thought, I felt unworthy of the kindness I was being shown, the accolades I was receiving felt odd to me.
The tears I had been holding back finally rolled over, trailing down my cheeks as I recalled the pain and struggles that had shaped me.
I gripped the edges of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to keep my composure.
The weight of my past was crashing down on me, reminding me of all that I had lost and all that I had fought for.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself, but the sobs escaped me, the quiet room gently echoing the sound of my grief.
I had worked so hard to stay strong, and to prove I could be more than someone’s property. But now, facing my reflection, all I could see was the girl who had been torn apart by loss and fear…
The girl who was still searching for her place in a world that seemed to offer so little to her.
As I stood there, recovering from the emotional breakdown that had overtaken me, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
My heart raced as I quickly wiped my eyes, hoping that whoever it was hadn’t heard my sobs. I turned on the tap, splashing water on my face to mask the remnants of my tears.
When I turned around, I found Hunter standing there, his expression that of concern and something else that made my breath catch.
“Hunter. Hey, what… what are you doing here?” I stammered, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and intense.
His words sent a rush of heat between my legs. Hunter’s voice seemed to have a sexual effect on me frequently now, and for a moment, the weight on my chest melted.
I couldn’t deny that I had been stealing glances at him all night, marveling at the way he carried himself with such confidence and strength.
Turning back around, our gazes locked tightly, and an electric tension filled the restroom, making the air thick and heavy around us.
We stood there for what felt like forever, each of us seemingly drawn to the other by an invisible force.
Everything soon faded away, leaving just the two of us in that intimate moment. I felt the tickles my nipples made, as if they were excited to see Hunter there.
Without thinking, I took a step closer, he did the same, and suddenly we were rushing towards each other.
Our bodies collided as our lips met in a wild kiss. The kiss was rough, hungry, and it deepened even more, igniting a fire in me… like always.
Hunter’s hands tangled in my hair as he pressed me closer, our faces joined as if one. I could even feel his heart racing, just like my own.
I was lost in the warmth of his embrace, as he kissed me with a hunger that made my head spin, and it quickly turned me on.
Then, without breaking the kiss, Hunter’s hands began to roam all around my body, tracing them over the tight curves under the fabric of my dress.
A wave of realization suddenly washed over me as I broke the kiss and struggled to catch my breath.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I managed to ask, the words coming out as a breathless whisper, a curious smile forming on my lips.
“Shh,” Hunter murmured against my lips, silencing my thoughts with another captivating kiss.
The sound of the bustling dinner party outside faded off, and all that existed was the heat between us, overwhelming and intoxicating.
I tried to be reasonable with myself within, feeling this wasn’t right, we were in a public restroom and anyone could walk in on us.
But another part of me… the greater and more powerful part… didn’t want Hunter to stop.
Before my conflicted thoughts could turn into action, Hunter lifted me up effortlessly, and the world outside vanished completely.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, as he pressed me against the cool tiled wall of the restroom.
I felt a thrill run through me, igniting a wildness in me that urged me to finally surrender completely to the moment.
With every rough caress and deep kiss, my fear of embarrassment fell off, replaced by a heavy mix of desire and lust.
I had never felt so alive when I was with Hunter, so consumed by another person in my entire nineteen years of life.
Every inch of my skin was burning alive. And it felt absolutely good.
As he continued to explore the soft curves of my body, I felt the heat between my legs intensify, followed by a slight wetness in my panties.
I was already completely turned on, and all I could think about that moment was him inside me as fast as possible.
I felt myself melting into him, submitting to every move he made. I was breathing in his scent, feeling his strong hands go over my body, and my heart raced.
Hunter’s hands framed me against the wall, a warm but firm pressure on either side of my hips that seemed to ground me even as my pulse quickened.
We broke the kiss, and his gaze held mine for a moment, intense. At that moment, I’d forgotten the world out there… I was his, and I knew he was mine too.
His lips found mine again and the spark between us continued. His kiss was both fierce and tender, like he was pouring everything he felt into me.
Hunter then pulled away and worked his face to the swell of my breasts in the tight dress, planting kisses on them.
Feeling the tickling warmth of his lips against my skin, I tangled my fingers into his hair, pressing him harder against the softness of my breasts.
There was something about the way he pinned me against the wall that made me feel both free and claimed by him, equally consumed.
Suddenly, he lifted me down. Then instinctively, with a powerful motion, he swung me around, making me turn my back to him.
He then bent me over and I gasped, a thrill of excitement flooding me as his hands gripped my waist firmly, dominantly.
I felt delicate, yet alive in a way that made every nerve in my body light up. I placed my hands gently against the wall, my fingers braced.
The room was silent except for the sounds of our breathing, but it was like the entire world did not exist, and even if it did, we wouldn’t notice.
My heart was pounding, and I could somehow feel his heartbeat too through the invisible bond that linked us.
His heartbeat was strong and steady, syncing with mine as we both surrendered to the sexual tension between us.
My hands on the wall, I waited a few seconds as Hunter swiftly unzipped his pants. Then he lifted my dress and pulled down my panties.
It was as if we had no time to waste, he slipped his cock into the tight opening of my pussy and began to dig into me, as deep as possible, anchoring me to him with those powerful hands.
Even though expecting it, I gasped and moaned out loudly at the feel of Hunter’s cock inside me, and the depth it reached.
No one had ever reached such lengths with me, not physically or emotionally… certainly not pleasurably, he was the very first man to have me.
There was a shared rhythm in the way we moved, our bodies slamming into each other as he plunged deep into me from the back.
My moans came out in gasps… in respect to our movements… filling the empty restroom. I felt an ache of pleasure radiate through me so deep it nearly took my breath away.
I could feel his hardness brushing against the soft walls of my vagina, and soon I let myself explode, surrendering completely to ecstasy.