Cruel Prince Cruel Touch

The prince breathed and consumed her scent inside his nostrils. For five long years, he longed for her, unable to grasp her within reach. Prince Jian watched her from afar. The only way to protect the woman he loves was to keep her away to make her hate him.

She hesitated and pulled back. "Ying Yue...I've missed you. Please, let me have this."

"Jian!" She warned.

"No. Ying Yue." He panted and leaned back again, ignoring her warning.

His hand clamped longingly and possessively around her neck pulling her for another kiss. The prince bit her lip and caressed her tongue in ways that she had nearly forgotten, the way he did, the way he used to when he acted kind and in love with her.

"Stop!" She jerked away, and the pain in her body ricocheted all over. Her bruised throat and her fractured ribs.

She shuddered in pain.

"Wait, don't move. I'm sorry I got carried away." Prince Jian murmured, quietly and coaxingly. He stared at her for a moment longer as though he couldn't believe she's right there in front of him. "I'll move you somewhere else."

"No, I don't want to move. I'm in too much pain. Lord Chua will be back here soon enough to arrest me." She grunted with uneasiness with her hand clamped to her side as she endured the pain that nagged at her.

Wang Jian's gaze glided to her aching side.

"Do not worry about Lord Chua, I will take care of him." He murmured.

He lifted and strode away from a few steps, fetching his cushioned seat. Prince Jian made his way to a closet picking up a blanket. "You don't have to go anywhere, you're not going to prison, you can stay here tonight, and I will keep you safe."

"The hell are you talking about?" She said with a quiet hiss. "I came here to murder you!"

He turned to look at her...her sharp glare shooting at him. Not so much with hatred, but with passion, a double edge passion that could turn on each direction.

"Don't you think, I didn't know you were coming? I let you in the palace tonight, Ying Yue. Why didn't you think no one noticed you?" He paused and peeked at her. "Because I told the guards to leave you alone. I wanted you to get to me. I wanted you to be near me. I wanted you to come back to me." His voice had been casual, even conversational, Prince Jian spoke to his wife with familiarity.

He strode back with blanket and pillow in his hand. He set the cushion on the floor and guided her head in it.

She allowed him, angry at herself for allowing his gentleness.

He continued, his hands were on her waist as he moves her. His touch had been comforting, loving, caressing and she hated him for it.

"You have a weird way of doing things. You threw me out half a decade ago and now you want me back after I've grown to despise you."

His eyes gleamed and for a moment there was a flash of rage that vanished too quickly. He loosened a sigh, then he's calm again.

The prince smiled.

Ying  Yue flicked her eyes away denying herself of his simper.

"I don't believe you. You're not capable of hate. You love and that's what you are, you are a loving person and don't ever change that about you." Prince Jian murmured.

Prince Wang Jian crouched beside her and loosened her clothing, freeing her feet from her heavy boots, he bound her ribs tight in place.

She groaned in pain, too much pain in her rib. Prince Jian leaned and swallowed her moan inside his lips. Another kiss, a little too romantic for a night of the failed assassination. "I apologize, Lord Chua was a little too rough on you."

She scoffed. "The fool is blind as a bat. He didn't know."

His finger brushed her neck and made jerk. Terrified not only of the pain but also of his touch. His cruel touch had grazed her skin way too many times in the past.

The prince saw her flinched causing him to retreat his hand immediately, he reached for the blanket beside him instead and unfolded over her chest.

Ying Yue shuddered, the cool breeze of the evening bit through the thin fabric of her clothing. "Don't think I've forgotten who you are, what you are. You are no saint, you are a savage man, Jian!"

"There are reasons beyond your understanding that I must act the way I do. Even to the people, I care about." He lifted his eyes in an attempt to meet hers, but she drew her caramel ones away.

An extended sigh and he suppressed saying anymore. "Rest and try not to move so much tonight. I'm tired and we shall pick up on this conversation in the morning."

He freed his feet from his boots and loosened the layers of his clothing. The prince tossed them to the side, along with hers. Prince Jian slid beside her underneath the blanket as if nothing had ever happened, and there was no five years that separated them.

Prince Wang Jian forced himself to relax and tugged his estrange wife closer, shifting to face her.

The room was dark, and the lantern had since been put out, but he could still see her, the way her body sloped perfectly, the smell of her breath that swarmed his face. It's all the same, she is the same woman he married.

"Ying Yue."

He reached a touch that made her shudder again and again. She was never prepared which one it would be. The gentle caress or the cruel smother.

It was the lover's touch, and Prince Wang Jian did nothing but rested his arm around her.

"I apologize if my touch puts you in unease."

She rewarded him no answer, but she trusted him enough to let herself fall into uneasily sleeping as he laid beside her.