The Crown's Obsession

Chapter 385 Warm sheets- Part 1

385 Warm sheets- Part 1

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Hearing the words from Calhoun, Madeline's heart started to beat faster in her chest. She stood in her place like a prisoner who had been captivated by him, and he had conquered her today with the little gestures that he had been thoughtful about.

The windows of the room were closed, and the door had been locked, leaving both of them alone in each other's company. She saw Calhoun take a step forward to come and stand right in front of her, and unlike how she had turned rigid in James' closeness, she welcomed Calhoun's presence without any resistance. It was strange how things had changed so much in two months. There was a time when Madeline felt repulsed at Calhoun's very sight, but now she craved for his touch.

After shifting to his room, Calhoun had teased her by his gaze and words, without openly touching her except from sharing a few kisses in the room or the middle of the corridors, and he wasn't bashful about it.

He caught hold of her chin, tilting it so that he could look into her brown eyes that looked slightly dilated. Calhoun could tell that Madeline was feeling the sexual tension between them, and it was one of the reasons why her heart was pounding. But he wanted to hear it from her.

"My sweet rose," he whispered in a way that tightened Madeline's chest. His thumb slowly brushed across her pale smooth skin, caressing it, "Tell me this is what you want. That you have been anticipating it as much as I have for the last couple of days," his eyes trailed from where he held her chin before moving back up to her eyes.

And when Madeline parted those delicate lips of hers to speak, Calhoun's gaze on her hardened. He was holding back the urge of dragging her to the bed and breaking the bed right away. He wanted everything they shared between them to be memorable, and just for her, he was willing to take it slow in the beginning. It was only in the beginning, and he knew she would crave for it more later.

"Will it be painful?" came the innocent question from Madeline, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He shook his head gently at her, "You will barely feel it. Pain and pleasure are like hate and love, where there is a thin difference between them, and I will take you there today," he let go of her chin, brushing her cheek languidly with the back of his fingers, "It will be more of pleasure and the pain hardly noticeable."

Every touch he left on her skin, it left a spark of longing that started to spread across her body with a humming feeling in it. Right now, Madeline felt like she could sink in Calhoun's eyes that were dark red, looking at her heatedly. Since she had stepped into the room, he hadn't smiled at her like he usually did and it kept her on pins and needles.

If it was possible, Calhoun's eyes darkened even further, and he leaned forward to capture her lips with his.

Madeline felt every tug and suck of his lips on hers. Her lips trembled as she was still nervous and Calhoun's very aura was hard to handle, especially with the way he looked in the black robe that he wore. She felt him pull her closer to him, his hand moving down from her waist to her bottom to pull her snuggly towards him and her heart hitched when Calhoun's hand stayed there.

Her toes started to curl, and she felt her head turn dizzy as they continued to kiss. She moved her lips against him, her hands unconsciously moved to place it on his chest before she glided them up to feel his hard chest against the silk robe before her hands wound around his neck. With Calhoun, who was tall, Madeline had craned her neck to look up to meet his lips, and her back had arched like a bow that was getting ready to have the arrow.

As their tongues danced with each other, Madeline felt her body starting to feel slack because of the lack of intake of air. When Calhoun pulled away, he noticed her eyes looked further dilated, and he caught the girl's erotic expression who was in his arms.

Calhoun supported Madeline by his hand that held her waist and stopped her knees from giving away and dropping her on the ground, "Shall we take your clothes off?" he asked her and the redness returned to her cheeks. She gave him a nod.

He didn't make an effort to turn her around to unzip the dress from her back, but he did let go of her waist when her eyes had turned a little clear. He took a step backwards from her, admiring her in the sunny coloured dress.

Madeline wondered what Calhoun was thinking as he continued to appreciate her in the dress. The crackling that came from the fireplace filled the silence of the room along with her breath and with the slight tremors of the windows because of the wind that touched it.

"I got this dress stitched, the very next day I met you in the ballroom," said Calhoun to her, "I could barely get you out of my mind, and in a sense, I did turn obsessed with you. You plagued my dreams, my thoughts that I could hardly think about anything else."

He remembered fucking the maid after he had seen Madeline, but it was the last he had fucked a woman. He doubted he would be able to contain himself from dragging Madeline to his hearth and have her as he wished, which she wasn't ready for. He knew it because he had seen the look in her eyes that had stared back at him, even though they looked scared.

Calhoun raised his hand before snapping his fingers and the dress and other clothing that she wore turned to black feathers in the air before they dropped slowly on the ground. Not used to being stark naked in front of anybody, Madeline covered her intimate parts with her dainty hands, where one hand was not enough to cover her bosom. The sight was enough to stir his inner beast, which would have been less effective if she had not tried to cover her modesty.

"So shy," he stated, his voice falling on her ears to only turn her that much red.

"I am the only one undressed," she said and saw Calhoun tilt his head.

"That can be fixed right away," and his hands reached for the lace of the robe that was tied around his waist, pulling them free before the robe dropped down from his body and fell on the floor.