The One - Four Fae for the Princess

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e fabric, but it doesn't stop the frustration, the disbelief, the absolute rage building in me. My legs kick out

the people in the world, of all the fae, it's hi

my One, he

t tears burn at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't cry o

this hap

s if I might find answers in the intricate patterns c

ver of all people? His smug face, the way he always seems to know how to ge

mind, but it's impossible. The way his lips f

my voice hoarse. "It wasn

at the door, so

s voice. Gentle,

block it out. I don't want to see

louder this time. "Maerile

't move. I stay on my back, staring a

l of concern. I feel the bed dip slightly as he

y voice sharp.

oment, and I can feel h

talk about it?"

t a bitt

turning to face him. "You already know what hap

akes hi

ou're talking about,

my eyes

sed River, the fact that I felt som

clearly t

s tone is a mixture

ing my arms a

ail off, feeling the anger rise in my throat again. "Now I don't

me, his expres

he asks,

er! Because he's arrogant, and infuriating, and..." I s

be it's a good thing, Maerilee. Maybe finding your

inding my One would strengthen me, unlock powers I don't fully und

paying attention. The secret is, I'm always paying attention to him, always hoping foolishly. Even wit

voice quieter now, more fragile. "Do y

t. I see it in his eyes, the struggle, the hesitation. He's trying to sa

eart pounding in my chest.

fisting in his lap. There's a long, t

rely audible. Then, l

d moves closer to me. His eyes are dark, fi

crash against mine. It's fierce, desperate, and I'm so shocked that for a moment, I don't re

d for a moment, the world seems to fall away. There's nothing but him

asping for air, staring

voice trembling, unabl

d, his eyes filled with something

t," he says, his voice hoa

rom me, heading

er him, my heart r

the doorframe. I can see the tension in his

ce softer now, almost pleadin

turns the lock. He faces me, his eyes locking with mine. There's a storm o

deliberate. When he reaches me, he doesn't

ulse quicken. "Stay," I whis

st, the evidence of his desire already growing, and I press my body against his, shivering at the contact. I'v

words that escape us before we have a chance to take them back. He lifts the hem of my dress, his

thing as private as this. He pulls my dress over my head so that I'm nearly bare in front of

urs to me that there are parts of him I would also very much like to see. I fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, op

ore I'm blessed with that feeling though, he flips us so that I'm lying on my back with him hovering above. In this position, I'm vulnerab

. I don't want to wait any longer for whatever is going to happen between us. I pull his face to mine, kissing

ell me this isn't what you want, Maerilee, I

oving between my legs, before he fills me, sheathing himself inside of me. I scream out from the bizarre pl