ACROSS WORLDS

Part 2

All was quiet except for the sound of the bird twittering outside. She loved to hear the birds warbling in the Spring, as this sometimes lifted her spirit.

Leaves rustled as the breeze caressed them, but the trees groaned at the entrance of the howling wind.

She loved to hear the sound of the leaves when the wind sighed through the pines. But this time, that was not what was happening, the weather had been angry for a while now, was the gods angry with the kingdom?

The sudden clap of thunder made her push further into her bed, she was lying down but not sleeping. she was scared of thunder. It never brought good tidings, but it did bring her, her very own good tidings.

The creaking of the door confirmed her thoughts. She heard his footsteps as he approached her bed. He never was one who walked silently, he was a force of nature and his presence was always felt.

She felt the bed dip and his hands wrapped around her.

"You came." She said softly to him.

"I will always come, every night, until my dying breath." he kissed her on the neck.

"My Lord, do not speak of death. That thought would kill me."

"I shall speak nothing of it anymore. You and I will be together till eternity. The gods will bless it."

"I love you, my Lord."

"As do I. Now, let me show you how much I do."

His hands enveloped her, touching and molding every part of her body. She moaned his name. She could only ever call him by name whenever they were having their moments. Everyone was forbidden to call him by his name, except her.

His hands snaked under her robe, groping her bosom. He gently removed her robe and kissed her naked body. His lips were like a feather to her skin, taunting her.

She turned her body to face him, and he kissed her, just like he did every night. He kissed her passionately and she couldn't wait for him to enter her, which he did. He was her king by day, but he was at her service by night; every night.

The king made love to her ardently, promising her that she was going to be his forever, promising her that she was the only candle in his life, that though, their social class may not be the same but she was the most important thing in his life.

These promises she believed, as she reached the height of her passion.

Dominique woke with a start to the sound of pounding on her door. Groggy and disoriented, she rubbed her eyes and glanced around. She was in her bed, though she couldn't remember getting there. The last thing she recalled was working late into the night on her presentation.

The knocking continued, louder now, insistent. She stumbled out of bed and rushed downstairs to open the door.

"What the hell, Dee? You were supposed to be at the office over an hour ago!" Stacey stormed past her, walking into the living room. "Everyone's been trying to reach you! Your phone must be full of voicemails."

"What?" Dominique's head spun as she tried to process what her friend was saying.

"I almost called the cops! You've been off the radar, and I was starting to freak out," Stacey continued, her eyes scanning Dominique's face. "And—wait a minute—why do you look like you just had mind-blowing sex?"

Dominique flushed. "I... I think I did."

"With Nathan?" Stacey raised an eyebrow.

"No, not with Nathan," Dominique muttered, avoiding eye contact.