I Tamed the Monstrous Prince - Chapter 51
Chapter 51
“Ah!” Tears pricked my eyes. The hot, panting breaths against my skin threatened to overwhelm me. The sounds of sucking and something akin to chewing were unnervingly close. Sweat beaded on my forehead, cooling and then warming again in the close air.
I wept silently, tears I would willingly shed if they could wash away the pain. This is nothing, I told myself. Nothing at all.
Then, another searing pain shot through me, a punishment for such foolish thoughts. The fangs tearing at the wound were agonizing. But I couldn’t cry out. The guards, with their unnervingly sharp senses, might hear and come bursting in. I could only whimper, choking back the sounds.
My breath hitched in my throat. I opened my eyes a sliver, glancing at Cesar. Tears blurred my vision.
The sight was startling. The prince of this empire, a young man barely older than myself, knelt at my feet, his mouth on my calf. It was a strange, almost e****c sensation, if not for the excruciating pain.
No one had ever touched me there, not like this. My leg was something to hide, something unclean and shameful, to be kept out of sight. But he was touching me, needing me, lost in his own desperate hunger. The thought made the pain almost bearable.
His throat worked constantly, swallowing my blood. I reached out, stroking his hair.
“Cesar…” My voice was a hoarse whisper, my body trembling with a mixture of tension and a strange excitement. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine.
“S-stop… now.”
“Stop?” His lips, stained crimson, formed the word. Yes, stop. I nodded vigorously.
“It hurts.”
“Yes.” He replied, then licked again, this time tracing the path of blood from my calf to my ankle. The slow, deliberate movement sent a shiver down my spine.
“No, really, stop.” I tried to pull away, but Cesar’s hand gripped my ankle tightly. I shifted tactics, putting more pressure on the hand stroking his hair.
“Are you… alright now?”
“Alright?” His expression seemed calmer, more lucid. Yes, you’re alright now. “You’re alright now, aren’t you?” I repeated, hoping he’d understand my plea to stop. He looked longingly at my calf, the wound already closed. As long as he didn’t bite again…
He considered this, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, seemingly having reached a decision…
“Cesar!” He clearly hadn’t listened. He dipped his head towards my leg again.
I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. “I said stop.”
His muffled breaths vibrated against my palm, followed by the warm, wet pressure of his tongue. I recoiled involuntarily.
“Oh, dear.” Now Cesar was intent on licking my palm, his tongue tracing the lines of my fingers, making it impossible to concentrate.
“That tickles, Cesar.” He was incorrigible. I needed to distract him, to focus his attention elsewhere.
“Listen,” I began, and he seemed to be paying attention to my voice now. So, I told him what we would do next. “In three months, we’re going to a ball.”
“Ball?”
I didn’t expect him to understand, but I continued explaining. We would be attending a ball hosted by the Empress. “It will be nice. There will be lots of delicious food, and people…”
“Nice?” A smile spread across Cesar’s face as he nuzzled his forehead against me, seeking the comfort of my hand stroking his hair.
“Yes, nice… it will be.”
