A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 25 - She did not Think this Through (18+)

It was of no escape.

She did not want to go in there, but in a moment she was.

She was sweating. On fire, and she had her dress or clothes stuck up against her body and she didn't know what to do next, as she stood against him, clung to infront of his thin shirt as he pushed her behind him, closing the door as she took a little step back.

Giving him space, and feeling his breath, hot against her face as she suddenly felt a tickle in her stomach. Her under belly, and it was not good.

She saddled her back against of nothing as she felt vulnerable and found herself wafting against some air.

Their scents wafted against each other as they stood severely close together. 

She didn't want to go any further.

As his hands reached up and treaded the rope on her collar bone. So close to her chest. And he treaded along the fabric. The rope and the motion of it. That he quickly pulled it in a quick instant jab and it was loose. And her top upper cleavage could be seen. It was just that, a little bit, that if you tug it a little bit lower everything could be seen.

Well, it was not of what it looked like, sincerely, she didn't want it with him entirely. She heaved a hot breath as she didn't know what to do. The type of relationship that she was going for, didn't go as planned as he wafted a kiss against her lips. 

Hot and desirable as she slightly returned the favor. 

They were really close to the bed, she felt like. And she didn't want to be in a type of position where she would scream in a nuisance ot herself and hate --to a point that she wouldn't want to do it again. Well, unless she got married. 

She kissed, and put a hand against his back. The back of his neck as it travelled up, his hair as it curled and stayed there. It was steamy. She knew it. He was about to kiss her even deeper and she was forced into a back edge where all she could was sit on the bed. 

So she switched positions. Turned around and he walked backwards. Fell on the bed and now she was on top. The kisses they sent towards each other was nonetheless hot and deliberate, not even counting or saying anything as she felt the need to do more, but not more than this. 

She felt her upper chest dangled and the rope being wide as she didn't have time to secure it back. As she felt his hands travel up and touch both sides of her neck. Her eyes shot up and saw, that his eyes were red. And she shook a short intake of breath. 

He smiled. 

He kissed her again and she was about to ask him a question before he nibbled on it --literally. And it was a nice massage to her lips as it felt like being scrubbed, by an ointment. What a weird thing to say. As she felt him kiss her again -- even deeper and she fell. 

Into his devious warmth that she hugged him. Returning the kisses- slow and feeling the texture on her skin. To which she thought was a little bit sweet and of no idea where it came from. She really didn't want to go bare. To which she hoped that he wouldn't just rip her off her clothes and make her go naked. The type of her her bra and undies would have gone, and she wouldn't have anything wore underneath, and the typical day of where if someone were to come close, they could see beneath her. 

And as well, as he nibbled and kissed her slowly, he suddenly released. Moved, and it latched on to her neck. 

So sudden, that she gasped for air. She did not expect him to do that, to go for the side of her neck and bite her nerves off. She held on his neck and shirt, but that were all there is too it, as the warm and treadless motion got pecked on the area, and she could feel the warmth spreading throughout. There, she could feel his warmth. Specifically, his belly and his under, which seemed a little bit too warm. 

She was starting to get worried. She frowned, maybe this was a little bit too much. She tried to inch away, maybe just a little, arched her neck back as far as she could, but he didn't like that, as he squeezed her shoulders and leaned in as he got her lip. Bit and kissed her like she couldn't have possibly thought of that decision. He kissed her, pecked her, and kissed, and kissed until she was scorched and out of breath.

Well, until he decided it was time to go bare, as he scorched his hand up her back, and decided to fumble around her dress to discover there was nothing there. 

To his dismay. And to her cruelty of humor that she possibly held in a laugh. Out of breath, he kissed her again. Smooched her and devoured her really, and no phrase could replace that. As she was starting to get bored- sweaty and out of ideas, really. She didn't want it to go this far. Maybe just a kiss and a hug will do her justice. But it was far from done, as he fumbled around her shoulders and got the hem of her dress. The ropes that were released as he pulled out the string hem of her cleavage earlier; it did not suffice as she pressed her front against his chest. 

To which he grunted, of course, made a sound as she didn't obviously get his work done. Maybe displeased as she travelled her hands up his hair. Locked in inside of his locks, and she replied him smooches to which he breathed out heavily at. Hot air inside and out, of her bare face that she couldn't seem to decipher if not propelled in front of a mirror.

A blend of red and of course, her skin tone. To which she would probably look like a sweaty pig if she were to present herself in front of strangers. Or other people of the royal council and attendees of the royal party. 

She would die, like, right now. As she felt the kiss even deeper. And nonetheless as she sensed, that he would snake a tounge it, towards her lower lip and up her tongue.

It felt great. Warm, hot and a whole lot of burning fire inside her mouth which she couldn't seem to decipher and let out. A whole lifeline was at stake as she let him in. It was of no sense that he wanted to do it at the moment.

But he did.

So he pushed her down on the bed. And she was bare. Her thin dress as she looked up at him. Burning cheeks and sweaty forehead. She wanted it to be over. But nonetheless he came forward to kiss her instead. And she did, snake her other fire inside him, as they kissed and welched under the noon light. Probably bare if other people were to climb up the towers and look at them out of curiosity.

He snaked a hand in. From her back, and up her shoulders. On her right, that he snaked and pulled on the string, the dress of thin and elastic fabric that he pulled; that it towered down and she felt cool air against her breast.

It was of no urgency or panick. But it was her first time, so she squealed.

Something small and instant. Like she was about to slap him on the face. But she looked up at him to see him already staring at her.

And she did not like that gaze as she gave away a sheepish smile. Wondering if in that moment she could kick him in the shin or lower stomach and let him down the bed.

To save her from the embarrassment, at least. And holy lord, from far above the holy skies, if only he could save her from the embarrassment.

That was just a blatant preposterous dream as he pressed against her again. This time deeper. Against her upper and lower lip. Wetter and deeper as if there was no tomorrow. Which there was. If only he could be a little bit patient and kissed her slower, or any of it, a little bit more paced and had the decency to think of what she was going through and what she was thinking.

To which there was none any more as she already used it on her overthinking brain when they first entered the room, and now on the bed which she was now left with nothing as she begged him to let off a little bit and let her get some air.

She hadn't breathed. In like, forever --the longest time as the sounds of pecks and kisses filled the air.

She didn't like that. It sounded a bit too- lewd..

And, oh- what was she thinking as he kissed her another, again and again as he swooped his tongue a second time as she was already back against the bed. Her head only propelled her own body and soul against the man. And he didn't have much to think about.

And he moved against her neck.

And he bit her.

Minus the licking, pecking and kissing on the neck. And he did. In one quick second that he chose. He bit her. And it was good.

To her, at least.

And that was the end.