The Kingdom Of Stories And Lies

Chapter 16

Niran and Arya fell asleep in each other's arms and it was probably the first time both of them had a good, long sleep. 

Niran woke up first, Arya's head was lying on his chest and her hand on his heart. Where it always should be. He kept staring at her, at how lovely she looks while sleeping, how peaceful. For a moment, he does not believe that this is real, her sleeping in his arms. He thinks that fate must be playing some sort of twisted games with him, if it really was playing some game and at the end of the road he would end up losing her just as everybody else. Then life was more brutal and unforgiving than he already thinks it is. 

Arya stirs and rubs her eyes, she looks up at him with sleepy eyes "Good morning." She says.

 Niran smiles "Good morning, my love." Arya beams even more when she hears him calling her my love and her cheeks go as red as her hair. 

"Keep calling me that, will you? Even when we are on different grounds. Remember that I am yours and you are mine. Remember that I am your love not anybody's." 

he bends down and brushes a kiss to her lips. "Always, my love. Always." 

She sits up, cups his cheek and repeats "Always."

"We need to get up, I have a kingdom to rule and a problem that is yet to be solved." Arya says.

 Niran drops his head on the pillows behind him and sighs heavily. Arya makes to leave the bed but Niran grabs her and pins her beneath him. Their breaths are mingling. 

"I have other plans." Niran whispers. Arya's cheeks go red all over again. 

"Oh really?" she challenges him 

"Is that a challenge, princess?" she smirks 

"Is it, prince?" 

He bends down even more that their lips are inches apart. "Don't challenge me, my dear. I'm quite a sore loser and you would not like how...claiming I can be when it come to the people I love." 

Arya's mouth tugs upward "Too bad you can't show me." 

His eyes are playful, daring her to say more. He is toying with her just as much as she is. Her heart is pounding along with other parts, longing for his touch. He is still on top of her, hands on either side of her. His muscles are exquisitely attractive and a wonder to touch. "

What are you thinking?" Niran asks coyly.

 "I'm thinking...that every part of me is aching for your touch and my mouth begs yours to be kissed. I'm thinking that when I devour you, we'll see then who is more claiming, my love."

 Niran's eyebrows disappear into his hair and the corner of his mouth tugs upward.

His eyes are hungry, predatory even. It's like any moment now he would strip her naked and then she'll see how claiming he can be. 

Arya knocks her legs between his and brings him under her. She kisses his collar bone, then up to the part beneath his earlobe and he goes rigid. 

"Arya." His voice hoarse. 

 "This should be enough," she whispers "for now." And then she gets up and Niran releases a breath he did not he was holding. He sits up on his elbows and shakes his head.

Arya comes out of the bathroom a couple minutes later. In a towel. Only a towel. 

"What are you trying to do to me, Arya?"