The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 5: When Restraint Breaks (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ and this story is entirely fictional.Everything that happens is safe, sane, and consensual.

This story began as a modern royal romance. As it developed, the world around Elias and Damian deepened into something more insulated, ceremonial, and governed by tradition rather than technology.

From Part 5 onward, the setting shifts into a more timeless royal court, where power is enforced through ritual, proximity, and lineage, and where the palace exists largely apart from the modern world beyond its gates.

If you are reading from the beginning, imagine the early chapters as an entry point into this court rather than a strict depiction of contemporary monarchy. The emotional continuity remains unchanged; only the lens has sharpened.

Thank you for stepping fully into the world with me.Author’s Note: This part of the story is written from Damian Holt’s point of view.

For a moment, all I could hear was the thud of Elias’s heartbeat under my palm, the ragged pull of his breath. His body was pinned beneath mine, his wrists caught against the stone wall. One shift of balance, one step back, and I could end this before it became something neither of us could take back.

But I didn’t move.

And Elias knew it.

The curve of his mouth deepened, subtle, taunting. His chest rose against mine with deliberate slowness, like he wanted me to notice every inch of heat that connected us.

“You’re holding me like you’ve forgotten you’re supposed to protect me,” he whispered, voice silken with mockery. “Or maybe this is how you protect me… by keeping me exactly where you want me.”

My jaw clenched. “Careful.”

His laugh was quiet, breathless, sliding against my throat. “That’s what makes you nervous, isn’t it? Not the fight. Not the crown. Me.”

He tilted his head, the edge of his forehead brushing mine, close enough that I felt the damp heat of his skin. My grip faltered a fraction, but he didn’t try to pull away. He leaned closer still, testing the limits, his lips ghosting just shy of my cheek.

“You smell like leather and steel,” Elias murmured, each word a strike to my composure. “Like danger. Do you know what that does to someone who’s only ever been trapped in velvet and candle smoke?”

My control strained, fraying like rope under too much weight. I forced the words through gritted teeth. “You don’t understand what you’re playing with.”

“Then show me.” His voice dropped lower, threaded with a challenge he didn’t bother to hide. “If I’m wrong… stop me.”

For a second, I thought I would. I thought I could still summon the discipline to shove him back, put distance between us, remind him of the gulf that existed between prince and guard.

Elias’s breath was right there, ghosting over my lips. I told myself not to move, not to cross the line, but he knew exactly what he was doing. His eyes flicked down to my mouth, then back up again, daring me. He leaned close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, close enough that my pulse was a drumbeat in my ears.

I held myself still. Control was the only thing I had left.

But then he whispered it…barely audible, sharp enough to cut me open. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a provocation.

His lips brushed the corner of mine as he said it, feather-light, almost innocent. But it detonated inside me. I snapped.

I caught his wrist, pinned it against the wall above his head, my other hand gripping his jaw, tilting his face up. He gasped…soft, breathy, like he hadn’t expected me to finally break.

And then I kissed him.

Not gently or sweetly, but with the pent-up hunger I’d been burying for days. My mouth crashed into his, sealing off his taunts, swallowing his laughter. He melted for half a second, then pushed back, lips moving against mine, tongues tangling in a brutal rhythm that had nothing to do with affection and everything to do with need.

Elias whimpered into my mouth when I tightened my hold on his wrist. The sound made me kiss him harder, deeper, like I could drink him down. My thumb pressed into the hinge of his jaw, keeping him open for me, kissing him the way I wanted to.

The heat between us was unbearable. His chest heaved against mine, every breath a desperate clash. I could feel the faint tremor in his body as he arched into me, could taste the danger of this moment because anyone could walk past, anyone could see.

And the thought didn’t stop me. It made me devour him.

Elias broke the kiss only long enough to murmur against my lips, voice wrecked, “Finally.”

I silenced him with another punishing kiss, my grip unrelenting, the world outside disappearing until there was only him, only us, only the forbidden fire that had finally consumed every last shred of restraint I had left.But even as I devoured him, some part of me knew…I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. My hand trembled where it held his jaw, not from weakness, but from the war tearing me in half. The duty I had sworn to, the years of control, the very boundaries of what was allowed.

I broke away. It felt like ripping myself apart. My forehead dropped against his for a heartbeat before I forced myself to step back. My chest heaved, lungs burning as though I’d been drowning.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice rougher than I wanted. I dared not meet his eyes. “I shouldn’t… Prince…” The title felt like chains between my teeth, cold, final.

I tried to move farther, to put space between us, but Elias didn’t let me. His fingers fisted in the fabric of my shirt, yanking me back before I could escape. The desperation in that pull stole the last of my air.

“Don’t,” he said, low, urgent, almost trembling. His lips hovered inches from mine. “Please.”

The raw edge in his voice cracked me open. He wasn’t playing anymore, wasn’t teasing. He was baring something I wasn’t sure he’d ever shown another soul.

“I’ve been craving this,” he breathed, tugging me closer, his knuckles white where they clutched my shirt. His eyes burned with a hunger that was equal parts command and confession. “From the moment you were assigned to me… I wanted your hands on me.”

My pulse slammed through me. I shook my head faintly, a futile gesture. “But, Sir—” I tried to resist, tried to anchor myself in that last thin shred of control.

And then he kissed me.He pulled me down into him, mouth colliding with mine like he’d been starving. His tongue pushed past my lips, greedy, desperate, demanding everything I’d just tried to deny him. The taste of him was strong, fire flooding my veins as my hands betrayed me, finding his waist, his hips, dragging him against me until there was no space left.

The kiss was frantic, messy and raw. He moaned into my mouth when my grip tightened, when I gave in and kissed him back like I meant it, like I had no intention of letting go this time. His desperation fed mine, his pull on my shirt making me crush him harder to the wall, my body pressed to his until restraint was a distant memory, replaced only by the forbidden truth of what we both wanted.His lips devoured mine, frantic and unrestrained, and I answered with every ounce of hunger I had tried so hard to bury. The press of his body against mine left me dizzy, my pulse a drumbeat of pure want. I pinned him harder to the wall, deepening the kiss until it turned rough.And then…his hands slid lower. From my chest, down over my abs, lingering in a way that told me he was testing, daring. When his fingers brushed across the straining bulge in my trousers, I nearly groaned into his mouth. I was already hard, painfully so, and the casual, deliberate drag of his hand sent a bolt of fire straight through me.

I should have stopped him. I should have pushed him away. Instead, my hips betrayed me, pressing forward, grinding into his palm. The sound he made; half gasp, half laugh ignited something dangerous.

For a few reckless seconds, I let him touch, let him feel how much I wanted this, how hard my cock was for him. Our kiss slowed but grew hotter, tongues tangling, breaths stolen, our bodies locked together as if we had crossed some line we could never retreat from.

And then it hit me.

If I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t stop at all. Another moment, another touch, and we’d tumble past a point where neither of us could claim ignorance or restraint. Where duty, vows, and titles would mean nothing, and all that would remain was raw want and regret waiting in the morning light.

I clenched my jaw, forcing the fire down, fighting every instinct that screamed to take, to keep, to claim. I couldn’t let it go further. Not here. Not now. Not like this.

Then I tore myself free.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard, my forehead still pressed to his for a moment before I stepped back. My lips were swollen, my chest heaving, my entire body screaming at me not to walk away.

“Elias,” I said, rough, strained. My voice cracked on the words. “We… shouldn’t.”

I forced myself to turn. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I walked, every step away from him a battle, every inch of distance like tearing skin from bone. My body wanted to look back, to return, to take him again but my duty screamed louder, dragging me forward down the corridor.

Behind me, I heard the faintest sound. Elias, leaning back against the wall, his lips still parted, red and wet from our kiss. He licked them slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring me on his tongue. His posture was languid, satisfied, yet restless like a man who had finally tasted something forbidden and was already aching for more.

And I knew, with brutal certainty, that this wasn’t over.────────────────The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 6: Prince’s Hunger