All Chapters of His Princess, Not His Blood : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

She felt herself swaying, drawn into his orbit, into the dangerous space between them where logic dissolved and only raw emotion reigned. The kitchen, with its mundane appliances and everyday clutter, faded into a blur. Only James existed."I just…" She trailed off, searching for the words, for a way to make him understand, to make him see her fear. "I don’t want to lose you, James. And if aria finds out "She won’t," he stated, his voice firm, absolute. "Because we will be careful. We will be discreet. But we will not lie about usby parading some boy in front of the world." He leaned in again, his lips hovering inches from hers. The scent of him, musky and male, filled her senses, blurring the edges of her thoughts. "Every time he’d touch you, I’d see it. Every time he’d try to kiss you, I’d taste it. It would poison me, Ella. And I won’t let that happen."His voice was a low thrum, a hypnotic rhythm that echoed in her chest. His gaze, dark and intense, held hers captive. She c

The climax hit her like a lightning bolt, a shattering explosion of pleasure that rippled through her entire body. Her muscles clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. A guttural cry tore from her throat, her head thrown back, arching against the dresser, as wave after wave of sensation washed over her.He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as her contractions spurred him on. His thrusts became frantic, desperate, his body trembling with the effort. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth gently nipping, as he emptied himself deep inside her, a hot, pulsing release that mingled with her own.They clung to each other, breathless, spent, their bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. His weight pressed her against the dresser, a delicious burden, his heart hammering against her back. Slowly, his breathing evened out, and he shifted, pulling out of her with a soft *squelch*, then turning her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.He carried her

Ella’s eyes widened. A few weeks ago? James had known about Jordan for weeks? And he had still said nothing? The betrayal deepened, twisting in her gut.Jordan’s expression hardened. “She found you then, didn’t she? After all these years, when she was sick, when she knew she didn’t have much time left.” His voice was laced with a profound sadness that cut through his anger. “She wanted me to know my father. Even after everything, she wanted me to have that.”James nodded, his head bowed. “She contacted me. Told me everything. That she had a son, that it was mine. That she was… ill.” His voice cracked. “I was shocked. Devastated. I wanted to come, immediately, but she said no. She said she didn’t want me to complicate things. She just wanted me to know about you. To be prepared.”“Prepared for what?” Jordan scoffed. “Prepared to tell your new family you have a whole other life hidden away?” He looked at Ella, his gaze sharp, accusatory. “Did he tell you about his first family, Ell

The cough intensified, becoming a strangled gasp. Jordan’s face began to flush, a dark, alarming crimson. He clawed at his shirt collar, his breath catching in ragged, desperate gulps. A wheezing sound, thin and high-pitched, whistled from his constricted airways.Ella froze, the sight of him struggling, truly struggling, cutting through her anger. His eyes, once full of scorn, now held a raw terror.“Pepper,” he rasped, the word barely audible, punctuated by another violent cough. “Too much… pepper…” His hand flew to his chest, thumping it weakly.James was already out of his chair, rushing to his son’s side. “Jordan, breathe! Just breathe!”But Jordan couldn’t. His face was now a purplish hue, his lips turning blue. He was leaning heavily on the table, his body shaking with the effort to draw air. The wheezing grew louder, a desperate cry for oxygen.“He has asthma!” James exclaimed, his voice laced with panic. “His inhaler! Where’s his inhaler?” He patted Jordan’s pockets, t