The Forgotten Princess Rose
Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Chapter 210

Warning! Mature content.

Rose nodded her head, her voice now stuck in her throat.

"Use your words," Zayne encouraged Rose. "Now is not a time to be silent."

"You may," Rose answered.

"Relax. I will not harm you," Zayne promised, his hand slipping from her back to the hem of her dress.

She had been so careless to stand before him in a night dress all this time. Had she thought it wasn’t any different from other dresses?

How could she when it hid less of her body?

He’d do anything to repeat the sight of Rose waiting for him, greeting him with a smile and welcoming him home. He would share the soldiers’ eagerness to go home if Rose was awaiting him.

Rose flinched when his hand touched her leg. The dress had hitched up thanks to Zayne pulling her in the tub and his hand moved it up slightly. She was reminded now that there was nothing beneath the dress. All that stopped them from sitting naked here was the dress Zayne was close to removing.

Rose was confused when his hand stopped just before he could expose her thigh.

Zayne decided on another approach which would be more comfortable for Rose. He ran his fingers through her hair, dampening it in the process thanks to his wet hand. She closed his eyes as he did so but opened them when he stopped at the strap of her dress.

"Can I see you?" Zayne asked, his finger hooking around the strap. It was a plain strap, nothing like what would be worn on wedding nights yet it was the most intriguing thing at the moment.

"Yes," Rose answered, her nervousness growing but she pushed through it.

Zayne pulled the strap off her shoulder with the finger he hand hooked on it and stopped just before it revealed her chest. He did the same to the other side.

Before revealing her chest to him, Zayne leaned forward to kiss her. He knew she had to be overthinking or worried that her body would not be what he wanted. She was wrong to do both.

Amid the kiss, Zayne pulled the straps down, getting rid of what covered Rose’s chest. She gasped against his lips, instinctively covering her chest though she knew this was coming.

"Rose," Zayne said but he did not touch her.

Instead, he waited for Rose to move her hands by herself.

Rose took a moment to build the courage then slowly moved her hands to expose herself to him. She was not at the weight she wished to be.

"Why are you hiding from me? You are beautiful," Zayne complimented Rose. "I could sit here and look at you all day."

"I need to eat more to be at a healthier weight," Rose answered.

Zayne chuckled at the ridiculous answer. "Rose, there are people who will look at you and say you are too big for their liking. You’ve been stuffing your cheeks for as long as I have known you. You are fine as you are now. You are quite full," he said, his eyes glued to her chest.

Regardless of how anyone wanted Rose to be, Zayne loved her as she was now.

There had only been a handful of women in the brothel who appeared to be thin because of not eating well and they looked like young girls who might have recently bought. A slave wouldn’t be fed well but a man like Graham would keep the working girls fed enough to attract customers.

With his interest in Rose, he must have spoiled her.

Zayne grew angry just thinking of Graham. His mind was only to be filled by Rose now.

Zayne lifted Rose so her feet would be in the tub instead of dangling to the side and seated her on his lap, careful not to hurt his current predicament.

Rose didn’t know if it was due to the warm water or if her body was warmer than usual because of her state. Her mind wanted to cover her chest but Rose placed her hands on Zayne’s shoulder to avoid it.

She shuddered when his large hand covered her left breast. Rose didn’t know how to explain the feelings of Zayne touching her there. The strange feeling grew as Zayne moved his hand, his thumb pressing against her now erect nipple.

The squeeze that followed did not offer her much time to understand what she felt.

The same action was repeated to her right breast then both his hands palmed her chest. His hands moved in a circular motion.

It was gentle and pleasing which made Rose want to close her legs but she was straddling Zayne. She was not to move around too much as she felt him pressing against her buttocks.

Did it hurt him to be like that?

"Ow," Rose whined, startled by Zayne pinching her.

He grinned as if pleased with himself for making her almost cry.

His right hand released her breast and returned to her lower back to guide Rose forward as Zayne moved closer to her.

Rose anticipated another kiss but it was her breast he was giving attention to.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his wet tongue lick where he had pinched her. It strangely soothed the pain. "Z-Zayne," she stuttered, overwhelmed by feelings she never experienced before.

She needed Zayne to explain them but at the same time, she didn’t want to interrupt Zayne.

Her hands moved from Zayne’s shoulders to his hair. Maybe she liked his hair a little much which was why her hands were tangled in it now, pressing his head against her breast.

It was unlike her, but Rose couldn’t control her actions now. It was like she had entered a trance from the moment she was pulled inside the bathroom.

Never had Rose imagined that something like this would feel so good.

With Rose relaxed and responding to him indulging himself with her chest, Zayne saw a chance to go a little further. His hand slipped under the night dress settled at her waist.

"No!" Rose exclaimed, an awful memory coming to mind.

Zayne noticed the fear in her eyes and voice. She trembled momentarily and then relaxed when she remembered it was only him. "I won’t," he said, moving his hands. "That is enough for tonight."

Rose leaned forward to rest on his shoulder. It wasn’t Zayne that scared her. "It’s not you. Graham tried that before. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like to be touched."

Zayne held back his anger to comfort Rose. He embraced her, kissing her face to calm her. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that far."

"You didn’t know. I," Rose started but stopped for a moment. "I don’t want to stop now. Please help me get rid of those memories."

Rose wanted to replace every memory of what she did with Graham with Zayne. It would help her to no longer be triggered by the past.

When she thought of intimacy, Rose only wanted Zayne to come to mind. When she thought about love, she only wanted Zayne to be there.

"Please show me what love truly is," Rose said, sitting up to look at Zayne. She didn’t want her misunderstanding of love between a man and woman to continue. "I won’t run away from it."