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"Dulce est odor libidine" "The sweet smell of lust"

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"Dulce est odor libidine"
"The sweet smell of lust"

I knew that being in love with Zenon was a daunting task to keep a secret , a horrible one at that but being in liariah was horrible everyday in this cursed kingdom was pure pain. nothing good had happened to me since i moved here. i would have liked to ask Diana to let me go back to farah but seeing how she insisted on making my life a living hell, i was stuck here till i die or she decides to have mercy on my pitiful soul which was probably not going to happen anyways.

after bawling my eyes in Devi's tunic, when i saw him i couldn't help the tears. Devi seemed like the only semblance of normalcy i had in liariah, it was hard being in a place so beautiful yet brought me so much pain. i looked through the window i was back at the general's quarters at least i felt safe but i was still stuck feeling like darkness loomed over me and i didn't like it one bit. the feeling of something bad kept me up at night, haunted me in my nightmares and i questioned my sanity after still loving zenon after all he had done me. i wanted somewhere i could hide and bury my head for a while and i remembered the waterfall and the dandelions that did indeed bring me peace and so i picked up my shawl and snuck out of the cold walls of the castle. i thought nothing when i saw the waterfall just simply throwing off the pieces of clothing i had on and jumping into the cold water. i could not explain the solitary peace this place brought out of me that was until i did feel warm hands around my waist.

i thought i was hallucinating his highness that was until i felt his pounding heart on my skin as he clung to me as if i was indeed his lifeline and i knew it wasn't a dream. his large body caged me in not letting me go

"your majesty " i whispered writhing in his arms, i was trying hard to pull away from him, i swallowed hard when i felt his lips on my neck kissing me softly. i pushed his shoulder trying to create enough boundary between us perhaps his senses was glazed with wine, maybe he thought i was Diana

"your hair reminds me red roses in bloom " my skin tinted bright red word, such kind word 'coming from his sensual lips. he pulled me impossibly close to his body, his warm body on mine would be my undoing, he unraveled me in different ways. he twisted my neck to his making my lips graze his and i indeed felt electricity course through my lips, it felt like he was teasing me with his cold yet warm body. i gasped when i felt his cold fingers trace the base of my hips before he hoisted me up making my legs wrap around his waist. he walked out of the water laying me down on the grass and began kissing my neck, my body twisted in arms as weird sounds left my lips as he continued his assault on my neck.

I knew what I was doing was wrong,  his touch should repulse me, I should think his touch as poisonous and vile but unfortunately I yearned for it, desired it, wanted it so desperately that It hurt so much. The rational part over took the reins and I put my cold and shaky palms on his chest pushing him off gently. He seemed to have realised what he was doing and hastily rolled off me and walked away, leaving on the grass, ashamed and embarrassed with my self. I picked up my clothes wearing them. I felt used somehow, like I was meat discussed over cheap wine....

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