The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 56

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Chapter 56

 

“Oh… darling.”

 

He licked his lower lip as if savoring the taste.

 

‘You probably don’t know. That every time we sat across from each other during meals, I had to suppress my impulses like crazy.’

 

Would she know that I couldn’t even see the feast laid out on the table?

 

Because all I wanted to devour was her.

 

With nowhere to release the desires that built up day after day, my imagination only deepened.

 

I wanted to lay her on that white tablecloth and savor her. She would taste as sweet as raspberry syrup.

 

Do you know how hard I tried not to show those vulgar fantasies?

 

But what am I supposed to do when you provoke me like this?

 

It seemed to be his limit. He made a scratching sound in his throat as he tore off her stockings.

 

“Haah… mm. Good.”

 

“…Ha. I’m going crazy.”

 

Finally, Damien unfastened his belt with impatient hands.

 

Though he wanted to move roughly right away, he exercised patience.

 

No matter how much she begged, wasn’t Bada half-drunk?

 

Meanwhile, Bada writhed her body and let out lewd moans. Perhaps due to the alcohol, her libido was more aroused than usual.

 

‘Ugh… am I really sexually frustrated? Having such erotic dreams. But it feels good…’

 

When their bare skin touched, it was truly maddening.

 

“Hah, mmh!”

 

“Huu…”

 

Damien let out a languid sigh and slowly closed his eyes.

 

A spine-tingling pleasure flowed down his back.

 

At the same time, the days in Bali when they clung to each other every day flashed before his eyes.

 

The humid tropical air and the subtle floral scent from her skin. Those days when they were addicted to each other and going crazy.

 

He made a throat-scratching sound and threw his head back.

 

‘I’m going insane.’

 

Haah, he exhaled hot breath and slowly opened his eyes.

 

A difficult tug-of-war continued between his aroused lower body and his reason.

 

It was dangerous. If he held her like this, he had no confidence he could stop.

 

He would want to throw away all his duties as crown prince and the background investigation on Obsidian.

 

He would just want to be locked in the bedroom, licking each other like beasts with only primal instincts left.

 

So he had to endure. His eyes narrowed as he tried to maintain composure.

 

“Mmh…”

 

Whether she knew his feelings or not, Bada sent him a gaze disheveled with pleasure.

 

When his movements stopped, she became increasingly restless.

 

‘Why are you stopping? Why won’t you hold me even in dreams?’

 

She knew.

 

That the man who used to look at her lovingly like in Bali and pounce on her crazily at every opportunity was no longer there.

 

But isn’t this at least my dream? Can’t I do as I please at least in dreams?

 

Bada exhaled panting breaths and spoke in an excited voice.

 

“River.”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t go.”

 

River.

 

As soon as he heard that name, Damien stiffened like stone. It felt numb as if someone had suddenly slapped his cheek.

 

“Why on earth…”

 

Even though it was just his alias, he felt miserable as if she had called out another man’s name during sex.

 

He stared at Bada with a frighteningly hardened face.

 

Damien bit his lower lip and immediately separated their joined lower bodies.

 

He pondered why he was so angry.

 

Perhaps he should be moved instead.

 

Though he had hidden his identity, what he showed her in Bali was his true self.

 

Because it was proof that she still kept his real self in her heart.

 

But now that he had returned as crown prince, there was no place for River Grant.

 

‘The man you’re looking for no longer exists.’

 

What ultimately flooded in was despair.

 

Despair from being unable to provide the ordinary, happy life she deserved.

 

If she hadn’t met him, she would have woken up in Bali in the morning, surfed, and enjoyed free and simple happiness.

 

But it was he who had taken that ordinary life away from her.

 

What was even worse was that she didn’t even know how much danger she was in because of him.

 

It was he who had locked her in a golden cage and clipped her wings under the pretext of loving and protecting her.

 

After gazing at her with sorrowful eyes for a while, he slowly got up.

 

When he pulled up his pants and neatly swept back his hair, there was no trace left of him rolling around messily on the bed just moments before.

 

Meanwhile, Bada seemed to have fallen asleep, breathing shallowly with her eyes tightly closed.

 

After carefully covering her with the blanket, he was about to kiss her cheek but bit his lip instead.

 

Then he quietly left the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

 

* * *

 

Only the next morning did Bada wake up with a splitting headache.

 

“…Ugh, why does my body feel so heavy?”

 

Sitting up, she massaged her forehead and traced yesterday’s memories.

 

As she pieced together the fragments of memory one by one, she couldn’t help but be shocked.

 

Harper’s whiskey flask, the fanfic, and…

 

“Damien…?”

 

Suddenly, the scene of her tangled with him on the bed sharing kisses flashed before her eyes.

 

Along with the embarrassing words she had uttered with her own mouth.

 

“Gasp.”

 

But she couldn’t tell if she had an erotic dream from reading fanfic, or if it was real.

 

After pondering for a while, Bada decided to conclude it was just a dream.

 

‘Right, it must have been a dream. No, it has to be a dream.’

 

After squirming under the covers pulled up to her head for a long time, she reluctantly got up.

 

She was very hungry, probably because she hadn’t eaten dinner yesterday.

 

‘By now Damien must have gone out.’

 

After changing clothes, she made a meaningless resolution never to touch alcohol again and headed to the dining room.

 

But just as she was going down the stairs, she ran into him at the railing.

 

“Go-good morning!”

 

Damien looked her up and down with an unreadable gaze. Under that stare, cold sweat began to form on Bada’s forehead.

 

“You seem to have slept well.”

 

Bada rolled her eyes like a dog reading the mood. Since he wasn’t saying much, was it really her imagination after all?

 

Just as relief set in, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

 

“Don’t tell me you think it was a dream?”

 

Bada’s face turned pale.

 

‘…So it really wasn’t a dream?’

 

She quickly traced her memory again. Exactly what did we do? Don’t tell me we went all the way?

 

Seeing her restless, he chuckled. Taking a step closer, he whispered in her ear.

 

“You really don’t remember? You were begging me so much.”

 

At Damien’s words, Bada’s cheeks instantly turned red.

 

He lifted her trembling chin with the tip of his index finger and gazed at her with measuring eyes.

 

“And now you say you don’t even remember. Where exactly did you leave your conscience?”

 

“That, that’s…”

 

Bada couldn’t continue speaking, overcome with embarrassment.

 

The sight of her lips quivering while her ears turned pink stimulated Damien’s sadistic tendencies.

 

Though he couldn’t deny being petty, he was still bothered by the fact that she had called him River.

 

He brought his lips even closer to Bada’s ear and vividly described last evening’s events in crude, raw language.

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