SARAH

We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before loud laughter broke through, reminding us where we were.

"What are you doing here?" Christopher asked-not to me, but to Nate, who was quietly watching us. His eyes shifted back and forth between Chris and me.

"It's your ceremony, and I'm here to celebrate you, dear cousin," Nate replied smoothly. "Or am I not invited to my own family's occasion-an important one at that?"

"I didn't mean that. You're welcome," Christopher said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

"Then what are you talking about-"

"I'm talking about what you're doing here with my fiancée." Chris cut him off, his voice sharp. My heart clenched at the possessive way he referred to me as his.

"Oh, I..." Nate faltered, glancing at me before looking back at Christopher. His false composure quickly returned as he smirked. "I was just getting to know her. Is that a problem?"

"It is." Chris's tone hardened as he took a step closer to Nate, nearly blocking him from my view. I caught a subtle change in Nate's demeanor.

He's afraid of Christopher.

"Why not? She's going to be family very soon," Nate said, turning his attention back to me. "It's important we get acquainted."

A wave of disgust rolled through me at the way he looked at me.

I was so distracted by Nate's gaze that I didn't notice how tightly Christopher was clenching his fists until now. He had clearly seen the same look and wasn't taking it lightly.

"You-" Christopher began, his voice seething with anger, but he stopped himself. Guests nearby were starting to notice, and I had to defuse the situation.

"Chris," I said softly, stepping in front of him and placing my hand on his chest. "Chris, look at me." My tone was firm, commanding his attention.

His dark eyes met mine, waiting for what I had to say.

"You need to calm down," I said, my voice low as I pretended to adjust his black tie, forcing a smile. "People are starting to stare." I rested both hands on his chest, ignoring how solid he felt beneath my palms, and tried to steady him.

Chris glanced around, seeming to realize I was right. His expression shifted, the tension in his features softening slightly.

I looked down and noticed his hand was still tightly clenched. Without thinking, I slipped my hand into his, the sudden contact jolting him. His eyes, now full of confusion, searched mine.

"You're squeezing too hard," I said gently. "Relax."

His jaw tightened, but after a deep breath, I felt his hand gradually loosen and open. Relief washed over me as I stepped back. Glancing around, I saw the guests' attention had drifted elsewhere. Nate was gone, much to my relief.

But before I could pull away entirely, Christopher slipped his hand into mine again. My heart pounded against my ribs at the sudden, intimate gesture. His voice dropped to a whisper, brushing against my ear and making my pulse quicken.

"Let's go."

"To where?" I asked, but he didn't answer. Instead, he pulled me along, his grip firm and unwavering.

"Chris, we need to head back," I said as we moved. "The ceremony is about to start." He ignored me, his pace quickening as he led me down a dimly lit corridor.

Finally, he stopped in front of a hidden door, the area around us pitch black. Letting go of my hand, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, he turned to me, waiting.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, swallowing hard as I tried to see past him into the room. "We need to go back. The king will-"

Before I could finish, he grabbed my hand again and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut.

"Chris, what are you-" I started, but the words died in my throat as I realized I was trapped between the door and his towering frame.

"What did my cousin say to you?" he demanded, cutting me off before I could object further.

"Is that why you dragged me here?" I shot back, my voice edged with annoyance-and maybe disappointment.

"No," he replied, shaking his head. His tone softened, but his gaze remained intense. "I just want to know what he said to make you scared."

I froze, caught off guard.

How did he know I was scared?

Of course I was scared but I won't tell him that.

"I wasn't." I lied. My eyes darting away from his.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. His stare burned into me, making my skin heat.

"Stop lying," he said, his voice almost a murmur.

"I'm not," I replied,"I just didn't like his energy, that's all. You stepped in before he could ask too many questions-which, honestly, was appreciated."

That sounded like a good answer. Right?

"That's not why I came," Christopher said, his voice dropping, making me look up at him again. "That's not why I interrupted whatever fucking conversation you were having with that bastard."

His tone radiated anger and something darker-something primal, something I always felt when we were alone.

Lust.

"Then," I began, my voice unsteady, "why did you... interrupt us?"

"He saw you first," he said, his voice low and dangerous, his words wrapping around me like a predator circling its prey.

"What?"

His eyes burned into me, slowly trailing down my body. The way he looked at me wasn't just possessive-it was consuming. My breathing hitched as I felt his gaze linger, undressing me without a single touch. My nipples tightened, aching against the fabric of my dress, and heat flooded my core.

"I wanted to be the first to see you in this dress," he murmured, stepping closer. "To tell you how stunning you look. But now all I can think about is how I should've been there first... to make sure no one else dared look at you."

His hand slid to my exposed thigh, fingers grazing the sensitive skin, teasing as they moved higher. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the shiver that coursed through me, but it was useless. My body was betraying me, every nerve ending alive under his touch.

"Well," I whispered, trying to sound defiant, though my voice faltered, "maybe next time... come early. Plenty of men already told me how stunning I look in it."

"Oh really?" His voice dipped lower, a whispered against the shell of my ear, his fingers circling higher on my thigh. "Did they?"

"Yes," I breathed, though my voice betrayed me, shaky and u sure. My body betrayed me more and more, melting into his touch, craving more.

"They weren’t wrong." He said, his hands grazing dangerously close to the edge of my dress. "You look like a goddess, Sarah. Exactly how imagined you would when I picked this dress for you. But it kills me that I wasn’t the first to see you in it."

"Then next time," I hissed, trying to regain some control, "don't leave this castle."

His hand stilled, but the fire in his eyes burned hotter as his grip tightened on my lap.

"Sarah." He said. His voice softer now, almost a caress. "Were you waiting for me?"

The nerve of him. My pride flared, fighting against the molten heat pooling in my stomach.

"No."

"You liar," A wicked grin spread across his lips, and I hated how bad I wanted to taste him. "You were. Weren't you?"

The nerve of him. My pride flared, fighting against the molten heat pooling in my stomach.

"I wasn't waiting for you," I glared at him, my jaw tightened with every second I stared at his handsome face."So you better get it in your thick skull."

"God," he muttered, his eyes dragging over me like a caress, "you look so fucking hot when you get angry."

What?!

"You know what. Let me go-"

He cut me off, slamming his lips against mine as I felt his hand on my neck, pulling me closer to him.It was brutal, consuming, and possessive. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss and started thrusting tongue against mine. I tried to push him away, but it only seemed to fuel him.

His tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, devouring, dominating, as one hand slid beneath my dress.

"Chris," I gasped between kisses, trying to catch my breath. "We need to stop-"

"Fuck!" I moaned as I felt his hand slip into my underwear, his fingers teasing my clit with deliberate, agonizing slowness.

Any resolve I had shattered. I was soaking wet, and he knew it. My body shattered every once of defiance I tried to muster.

"Fuck, Sarah," he growled against my lips. "You're already soaking for me."

I whimpered as his fingers slid beneath the thin fabric, teasing me, tormenting me. Every thought of resistance evaporated as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me.

My head fell back against the door, and I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out once again, but Christopher wouldn't allow it.

"No," he said darkly, his free hand gripping my chin and forced me to look at him."Don't hold back. I want to hear you."

He kissed down my jaw, trailing to my neck, where his teeth grazed my skin, hard enough to leave a mark, a sharp cry escaped me enough to make me gasp.

"You like that. Don't you love?"

"No-shit!" He slammed two fingers into me, moving in slow motion as I lied to him. "C-Chris..."

"Tell me you like it and I'll consider satisfying you."

I groan, hating the decision but I had to give in.

"F-Fine, I like it so please move faster." I whimpered, feeling almost shame as I begged him to pleasure me.

"I'll said I consider it." He smiled and suddenly I wanted to hit something. His face.

"Fuck you." I gritted my teeth.

"I planned on fucking you, you don't need to tell me twice but not here." I knew he wasn't bluffing about fucking me as his words had truth in them.

I suddenly felt the hardness of his bulge pressing against my other thigh. Every subtle movement he made seemed to intensify it.

But I didn’t want to bother myself about that. All I desperately needed was to come here and now.

His fingers still moved achingly slow, deliberate in their torment, pressing against me with maddening precision. My body trembled, a frustrated whine slipping from my lips. I couldn't take it anymore. Reaching down, I grabbed his hand, guiding it with my own as I thrust my hips faster, chasing the release he refused to give me.

"Stop," he ordered, his voice sharp, commanding.

"No," I snapped, moving even faster, my moans spilling out unabashedly. It was what I wanted-no, needed-but still, it wasn't enough.

"Sarah, love," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers through me. "Fucking yourself on my fingers won't satisfy you. Stop now and let me take you exactly where you're craving to be."

His words dripped with authority, and despite my defiance, I froze, my body aching as I stilled under his touch. My walls clenched involuntarily at the lack of motion, desperate for something more, something harder. But I couldn't bring myself to beg, not here, not outside-

Oh, shit.

I suddenly remembered the ceremony.

"Chris, seriously, we should-"

His fingers thrust into me, cutting off my words with a sharp, electrifying jolt of pleasure that left me gasping. My back arched against the door as my head fell back, a strangled moan escaping my lips.

"Oh God...Chris..." I cried out, my legs shaking as my core clenched with each fast movement. I couldn't think and I didn't even know if I was breathing.

"Stop talking about outside," he growled, his voice low and guttural. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, silencing me. "Focus on me. Focus on how I want you to come for me."

Without warning, he added a third finger, slamming them inside me with enough force to make my knees buckle. I screamed, the sound muffled as his mouth devoured mine. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending lit on fire, my body teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"I....fuck...fuck...fuck!"

My hands flew to his shoulders, clutching him desperately as his other hand gripped my thigh, pulling me closer. His knee slid between my legs, forcing them wider and holding me steady as my legs began to shake.

The cold wood of the door pressed against my exposed skin as his hand pushed my dress higher, leaving me bare and vulnerable. The chill kissed my thighs and ass, amplifying the heat coursing through me. It was too much-his relentless fingers, the chill of the door, the way his knee pressed against me, supporting me but also parting me for his pleasure.

"Chris," I choked out, my voice a plea, though I wasn't sure what I was begging for anymore.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."

I barely managed to lift my head, meeting his piercing gaze. His emerald eyes burned with raw hunger, and the intensity of it sent another wave of arousal crashing through me.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his lips ghosting over my mouth as his fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling inside me in a way that left me trembling. My body writhed against him, my hips bucking involuntarily as I chased the overwhelming pleasure building inside me.

"Fuck!....ah!!...ahh!!!" Curses and moans kept coming from my mouth as he went even faster and I was ready for a release."Oh fuck yes... right fucking there... Oh Chris-ah!"

"Tell me you missed me," he growled, his voice rough, his breath hot against my lips. "Say it."

I couldn't speak, couldn't think. The pressure was building, a dam about to break, and all I could do was moan his name over and over again like a prayer.

"Say it, Sarah," he demanded, his fingers twisting, hitting the spot that made my vision blur.

"I missed you," I cried out, my voice breaking as the tension inside me snapped. "I fucking missed you Chris."

My release hit me like a tidal wave, my entire body convulsing as pleasure ripped through me. My cries were swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me fiercely, his knee pressing harder between my legs to steady me as I shook uncontrollably.

His fingers didn't stop, drawing every last tremor from my body until I was boneless in his arms, panting and trembling against him.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dark and satisfied, his lips brushing against my temple as he pulled his fingers away slowly, leaving me gasping at the loss.

I thought it was over. We had heard the sound of voices drifting from nearby, the chatter of people too close for comfort. Relief started to flood my system, believing he'd stop now, but the wicked gleam in Chris's eyes told me otherwise.

He crouched slowly, deliberately, lowering himself to the ground, his smirk dark and predatory. It sent a jolt of both fear and anticipation through me.

"W-What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice shaky as my heart pounded against my ribs. A part of me hoped-prayed-he wouldn't do what I thought he was about to do.

But the glint in his eyes, sharp and unrelenting, told me he had no intention of stopping.

"What?" he murmured, his voice dripping with mock innocence as his lips grazed my inner thigh. His mouth left scorching kisses in its wake, slow and deliberate. My breath hitched as his tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, and he looked up at me, never breaking eye contact.

"Stop," I whimpered, the word barely audible.

"I will..." he whispered, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. "After I get a taste of you."

Before I could respond, his mouth moved higher, trailing closer to my core. My knees threatened to buckle, but his hands gripped my thighs firmly, pinning me in place as if daring me to move.

When his lips pressed against my clit, my breath left me in a sharp hiss. He didn't stop, kissing it again, sucking lightly until I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out.

"Chris, p-please-"

He ignored my protests, his focus unwavering as he parted me with his tongue, giving me one slow, deliberate lick that sent shockwaves through my body. My head hit the door behind me, and I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips.

"Shh," he muttered, his voice muffled against me. "We wouldn't want them to hear, would we?"

I gasped as he thrust his tongue deeper, his movements teasing and maddeningly slow. My body arched involuntarily, my hands flying to cover my mouth as I struggled to hold in the sounds threatening to spill out.

"Chris," I managed to choke out, but it came out as more of a plea than a protest.

His hands slid to my hips, pinning me tighter against the door as he continued, his tongue swirling and flicking in ways that left me trembling. My thighs quivered, and I felt his smirk against me, knowing full well the effect he had on me.

"You taste better than I imagined," he muttered, his words sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

His grip on me tightened as he pulled me closer, his movements becoming more relentless, more focused. My mind spun, every coherent thought dissolving as he worked me closer and closer to the edge.

The voices outside grew louder, a reminder of how exposed we were, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when his mouth was on me, unraveling me, consuming me.

When he sucked harder, a strangled moan escaped despite my best efforts to stay quiet. His hands clamped over my mouth, silencing me, but the dark satisfaction in his eyes told me he loved hearing how undone I was.

"You're going to come for me," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. "Right here, right now."

I couldn't hold back, my body trembling violently as I shattered under his touch, my release tearing through me with a force that left me breathless. My cries were muffled against his hand as he continued, dragging out every last shudder until I was nothing more than a quivering mess against the door.

As I came down from the high, his lips pressed one last kiss to my thigh before he stood, his expression smug and victorious.

"Now," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my flushed face, "let's see if you can walk back into that ceremony without everyone knowing what I just did to you."

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A/N

I NEED A SECOND TO BREATHE BECAUSE WHAAATTTTTT!!!!

DADDY CHRIS I NEED HIM SO MUCH IN MY LIFE😛😛😛

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