Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 280

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Chapter 280 Untamed Hunger

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A flicker of hurt passed through Theodore’s expression. “Since you’re the one who has them safe, then I’m at ease. Your father, however, will likely keep searching.”

“Let him search to his heart’s content. He won’t find a trace pointing back to me, hmm-”

Her words were cut short as his lips captured hers once more.

Margaret tried to push him away, but his arms only tightened their embrace, holding her firm. “Don’t pull away…”

“Hmm, Your Highness, this place is…”

“Call me Ted.”

Releasing her just enough to speak, Theodore murmured, “I never knew before how sweet you tasted.”

Margaret had no reply.

I never knew the illustrious Prince Theodore had this side to him either… He always seemed so formal before. How did he turn into such a… a wolf the moment our relationship was settled?

“We’re not even married yet…” she said.

“We can set a date. A date very soon,” Theodore offered, his voice gentle.

Before Margaret could respond, Winter’s voice sounded from outside the door. “Ms. Campbell, there’s news from Mr. Jasper Campbell!”

A frown creased Margaret’s brow. “What news-

She tried again to extricate herself from Theodore’s hold, but he only pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck playfully.

Winter’s footsteps stopped just outside. “They say they’ve found a tunnel near the storehouse! Mr. Jasper Campbell suspects someone used it to sneak in and make off with the engagement gifts when no one was looking…”

“What tunnel? I never heard of any–hmm!” Her question ended in a gasp as Theodore gave her shoulder a light, teasing nip.

“You’re sitting in my lap, yet your mind wanders elsewhere?” he said.

“Stop it, she’s about to come in…”

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“Then let her,” he said.

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Theodore paid the maid no mind. His gaze fixed on Margaret’s tempting lips, and he gave in to the impulse, kissing her again.

As a man who had never been intimate with females, having tasted her sweetness, he found himself constantly craving it, even dreaming of that intoxicating flavor.

So this is the pleasure men speak of.

No wonder so many are lost to the allure of a woman’s charms.

“Ms. Campbell, are you alright?” Winter’s hand was on the door handle, ready to push it open.

“Nothing’s wrong. I heard you. Go and… keep checking,” Margaret managed to say, her voice breathless.

“Yes. I’ll go find out more.” With that, Winter’s footsteps retreated.

The moment she was gone, Theodore swept Margaret into his arms, carrying her step by step toward the bed.

A heady, intimate atmosphere filled the room. By the time Margaret realized what was happening, she was laid gently on the soft bedding.

“Ted, please don’t…”

Theodore said, “I want to continue what we started that day.”

That day…

Remembering those hickeys left on her skin, Margaret understood perfectly.

She placed her hands firmly against his chest. “No, that’s not… we shouldn’t. We’re not…”

“Don’t worry. Just kisses, I promise.”

His lips descended on hers once more, his touch tender and persuasive.

“Oh, Ted…”

So this is how men are when they’re in love? So… assertive?

Margaret wanted to push him away, feeling this was all happening too fast.

But Theodore’s kisses were so gentle, so disarming. Before she knew it, her sash had come

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undone.

“Hmm, not there… you mustn’t…”

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“Ms. Campbell! Mr. Jasper Campbell’s men found a small chest of engagement gifts in that tunnel! They’re almost certain now–the gifts were moved through it. He has sent people to give chase. Should we go and see for ourselves?” Winter’s voice drew nearer, approaching the door once more.

Meanwhile, caught up in the throes of newfound passion, Margaret and Theodore were lost in a feverish embrace.

A knock came at the door. “Ms. Campbell, are you there? May I come in?”

“Don’t come in!” Margaret cried out hastily.

Her dress was half undone, her shoulders exposed to the air. Theodore couldn’t resist kissing them again, then whispered against her skin, “Then may I come in?”

The teasing question hung in the air.

Before Margaret could shake her head, Winter spoke again, her voice urgent, “But the engagement gifts are important! If you don’t help look, Mr. Timothy Campbell might be displeased later…”

“Understood. I’ll be right out.”

Her voice weak with lingering desire, Margaret finally pushed Theodore away.

Cheeks flaming, she slipped off the bed, hastily rearranging her clothes before fleeing the room. “Where’s the tunnel? Take me there,” she said, trying to sound composed.

Winter blinked, staring. “Ms. Campbell, why is your hair all mussed up?”

“I was just about to lie down,” Margaret offered, flustered.

“But you only just got up…”

Winter scratched her head, puzzled. “And your face is so red. Are you running a fever?”