The Forgotten Princess Rose
Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 200

A wave of panic came over Rose when her back touched the bed. Zayne was above her but his weight did not crush her like she thought it would.

His right hand was settled beside her head to keep his upper body off of her.

Rose tried not to overthink the position they were in. This was Zayne so she didn’t need to worry about what he would do.

Zayne noticed the fear for a split second. It vanished as quickly as it came because there was trust on Rose’s end. "I won’t go further with you," he promised.

There was a threat passing her door every few minutes which would lead to an awkward position for Rose.

Rose was relieved to hear this. She wasn’t ready for the act of how a man and woman showed they loved each other.

Her relief didn’t last long as Zayne’s face disappeared from her sight with all that she could see was his hair after he lowered himself to kiss her exposed neck.

Rose blushed, both surprised and overwhelmed by his action. He had caught her off guard after he informed her that he would not go further. "Zayne, you said you wouldn’t."

"We both know what I meant by further. Am I not allowed to touch you?" Zayne asked, his hands still yet to touch her. "I am checking for bruises."

Rose tried to turn her head to see his face but she couldn’t. "I wasn’t the one in a fight. W-Wait," she stuttered, her hands gripping the bedding beneath her.

She felt his tongue teasingly lick her skin. The small action tickled her.

Rose needed to cover her face but at the same time, she couldn’t move. Her body felt ticklish over the slightest touch from Zayne.

"I have not cleaned up yet," she informed Zayne.

Rose couldn’t be certain but it felt like Zayne smiled against her neck. What did she say to amuse him? She was trying to stop him from licking her when she was dirty.

"I should clean up first," Rose said, regretting not doing so when she first arrived.

Zayne didn’t budge so Rose couldn’t get up. "Nothing about you is dirty. Just stay."

All thoughts about getting changed left Rose’s mind after hearing Zayne’s response.

She shuddered as his left hand touched her waist. It didn’t scare her but she was still nervous. This was the man she liked and recently realised she possibly loved. To be alone with him made her feel nervous.

This interaction was unlike what she experienced before. She wasn’t scared, only worried that she didn’t know what to do at the moment.

"Am I scaring you?" Zayne asked, paying careful attention to her reaction.

He knew he couldn’t be too touchy just yet so he wanted to make small steps to get Rose used to this closeness.

Rose shook her head.

Zayne propped himself up once again to see her face. He touched her lips, the colour she used to decorate it was now smudged. "I need you to use your mouth, Rose."

Zayne chuckled, her reaction giving away that Rose didn’t have an innocent mind like some would presume. "I need you to speak, Rose. However, I will not get in the way of whatever comes to your mind."

Rose finally moved her hands to place them on Zayne’s chest. "You misunderstood me."

"Did I?" Zayne replied. "How did I misunderstand you?"

Rose turned away from Zayne, not wanting to explain what he already knew.

Zayne lifted Rose’s hand to kiss it. "I will not judge you if you have a dirty mind."

"I do not!" Rose exclaimed. Her answers were all innocent.

Zayne let go of Rose’s hand and touched her face to have to look at him. "Let us say that you do not for now. Now, what would it take for you to be so bold to kiss me again?"

Rose shyly reached her hands up to place around Zayne’s neck. "I don’t know what to do."

Was it to come naturally to her or was Zayne to guide her for it all?

"I will teach you," Zayne replied, his hand smoothly trailing from her cheek to chest but stopped before he touched her breast.

Rose writhed beneath him, further adding to his current problem.

Zayne didn’t wait any longer for another kiss from Rose so he decided to take the lead to teach Rose.

There wasn’t much light in the room other than the fire since he had pulled the curtains when he arrived to block the sunlight but he could see Rose clearly beneath him.

She was beautiful in every way possible and once again, he could not ignore the fact he had fallen in love with her.

"Zayne," her sweet voice called his name.

If Rose knew what she was doing to him now, she would get off the bed fast.

Zayne initiated the second kiss. He had distracted her long enough to get her used to their position on the bed.

Just as with reading, Rose was a quick learner. She matched him, trying to grasp her role in their intimacy.

She lacked confidence in her movement but it could grow over time with practice.

Rose tugged on Zayne’s shirt, once again engulfed in unfamiliar feelings during their kiss. His tongue had slipped between her parted lips and his right left touched her waist. There was a feeling like her heart could burst because of what she felt.

’Zayne," she called his name again. She didn’t know why. It was like she was under a spell to say his name.

Zayne touched her thigh, ready to lift her leg to place it around him but a knock on Rose’s door stopped all movement.

Rose panicked, thinking it might be one of her parents at the door or both. This wasn’t the ideal position to be in with a man she was not engaged or married to. She didn’t want them to think little of her or for Zayne to be in trouble.

What if they were not allowed to be alone because of this?

"Fucking hell," Zayne cursed, wanting to imprison the person at the door for their terrible timing. "It has to be your father."

Victor was a big worrywart but Zayne couldn’t blame him. Victor had good reason to be wary of the two being alone.

Rose tried to sit up as she knew it was worse it was Victor at the door. While her mother was all for her being with Zayne, Victor had yet to warm up to it. Anna explained it as fathers being overprotective of their daughters while mothers were all for the romance.

"You will need to go to him. If I do, there will be trouble," Zayne said, moving to the right to free Rose from being trapped under him.

Rose did not understand what Zayne meant but she gladly stood up to send her father away. It was quite embarrassing and now she realised why intimacy was meant to be so private. She couldn’t do some things with Zayne when her parents were around.

Rose palmed her cheeks as she walked to the door. She felt like a bad daughter for thinking of sneaking around to not let her parents know she was kissing Zayne.

A third knock which was louder than the other two was heard just before Rose opened the door.

"Father," she greeted Victor.

Victor looked at Rose first then at the big brute his wife allowed to wait for Rose inside the room.