commander

nightgown

Nala

After balling my hair and tying it off above my head, I stripped out of my clothes and got inside the giant tub, the hot water dissolving the dirt on my skin. Left in a silent room in a tub of water, all that was left for me to do was to think.

Jonah was twenty-six? He seemed younger than me. He was a virgin? His attitude might be a lie just to fuel his conceited ego, but he knew what he was doing. Jonah was a big-headed man who didn't deserve my attention, yet he controlled almost all of it.

The bit of my attention that wasn't occupied by Jonah was Torra, and how weird we are right now. I brought him along on my honeymoon, for Ana's sake. I needed to talk to him. Something was off about us. Major.

The water had gone cold from sitting in it for so long. My thoughts were detrimental. I shivered stepping out of the tub and wrapping up in a giant towel, dressing in a light purple nightgown. Everything inside the wardrobe was purple.

Stepping into soft slippers I opened my door ready to find Torra's room. He stood outside the door leading to the room next to mine.

"Torra?" I breathed quietly.

"Nala." He smiled and walked over to me, pushing me inside my room. It was almost identical except it didn't have the tub.

"We need to talk." I could feel a look of indifference creeping onto my face, as it was already plastered on his.

"What is it?"

"At the hotel, I just, after you fell asleep, me and Jonah sort of . . ." Despite how much we needed to talk, this shit was hard. Torra immediately looked disgusted, like Jonah and I had sex. "No, we didn't. But . . . we did this really heavy making out for thirty seconds. I didn't know what I was thinking." I was revolted by what I did, finally having its true effect now it was said aloud. "I'm so sorry." I whimpered, feeling my eyes well up with tears.

"It's alright." Torra hugged me tightly, kissing the top of my forehead.

"Anya said he was a virgin. And he's twenty-six." I laughed into his chest.

"Damn." Torra said, retreating from our tight embrace.

I sat down on the chaise in front of the bed, cradling my head in my hands. "What have I done? I couldn't possibly . . ." I mumbled under my breath, suddenly distracted by Torra's . . . wandering hands. His hand reached under my chin, tilting my head to face him. My hand was fitted perfectly around his neck, twisting his curls around my finger. Torra pulled me onto his lap, our lips caught in a strong embrace, his tongue running along my bottom lip. I stood up off the chaise, never not kissing him, walking to the bed. Torra was stripped of his garments, leaving him to look like an absolute god.

I pushed Torra down onto the bed gently, climbing on top of his lap. "I've missed you." Torra whispered, sending shivers down my spine. He got leverage on the bed and pushed himself on top, kissing me again.

Now that I am under him, all of my confidence had gone out the door. My hands slid along his skin, folding into each crevice of each perfect muscle. "I just love robes." Torra whispered as he pulled the silk belt out of the knot and spread the long silk nightgown-type robe apart. Torra gently groped and kissed down my neck. I hummed into his neck, squeezing my shoulder blades together tightly. My legs crossed and were clamped tightly together while Torra tried to pry them apart. Of course Torra won, having far more physical mass and strength than I do.

His finger slowly slid up me, unimaginable pleasure running through my veins. I had already become extremely turned on, up until he pressed his tongue against me. I almost screamed, had I not been in my mother's castle twenty feet from Jonah's room.