𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ~ 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

Lord knows how long Anastasia glared deathly at George at the end of the dining table. She was dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown with the crystals in her hair. Her hair rested on her shoulders still while the clips of jewelry remained boiling with anger. Her day, it was peaceful but it turned out to be the opposite when she was dining with her husband.

His eyes averted her face while she stared at him eating his dinner. Wishing he would choke on a bone of mutton. Her eyes rolled while she lowered her eyes as she began cutting her dish. It was quiet until the echoing of the landing cup from George. He disturbed her quiet and she scoffed lightly to hear him breathing through the room.

"Will you please stop with that huffing?"

"Would you please not talk?"

"I will talk whatever I want to talk."

"What exactly is the problem?" Anastasia scoffed as she heard his words. Her knife remained cutting her dish harshly while his voice was confiding her with rage. "You have been behaving like a child since my first morning here, and I have--"

She slammed her utensils down on the table when she stood up from her chair. Raising her voice at him, "You have been breathing around my solitude!" He slammed his fists on the table as he rose up from his chair.

Anastasia and George endured the intense gaze together. He pushed his chair away before he walked over to her. His footsteps echoed in the quiet room while she was standing strong by her side. With a moment past, he stood in front of her while his eyes lowered down to her eyes. Raising a finger under her chin as he lowered his head toward her. Their eyes connected each of their lips while they remained distanced. They can feel their warm breath from one another.

Her heart was beating strongly and fast while she looked down at his lips, "Shall I leave?"

No... Her inner voice answered in her mind, but her mouth parted with, "Yes, leave now."

He stared at her, reading her thoughts. His finger pulled away as he turned his back around. His footsteps grew apart from her before she pulled his hand toward her. His head turned to her before her hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her lips. His hands rested on her back, sending the familiar chills through her whole body.

He parted his lips from her as he whispered, "It is an even day."

"It is..." George and Anastasia kissed hungrily, never taking their hands off each other.

He turned her around, moved her hair, and kissed her neck. Her head rested on him while she arched her back. She moaned lightly while her hand reached up to touch his hair. He grabbed her hand and then slammed it on the table. While his hands quickly pulled up her gown as he continued kissing her neck and her back. She pushed all the dishes and food away from the table, letting them clatter to the floor.

The gown was bothering the passion between them while he was pulling all the layers from her. She whispered to him while he was kissing her neck. "Tear them off." She can feel a smile on her neck and his hands landed on her lower back. His hands strongly ripped the layers off her skirt which gave her a gasp that came with soft laughter to feel one layer upon her.

She turned around, pulling him to her lips again. She jumped on the table while her legs were around his waist. Her hands pulled down his suit, leaving him in a waistcoat under the white shirt. They did not notice that all the servants quickly exited the room while their tongues consumed together. Her hands pulled him closer to her while she lowered her back on the table.

He followed as he climbed above her while he unbuttoned his pants, dropping it on the floor. Their breathing went faster and faster. Wrapping their bodies together while the table was repeatedly moving. The crystals and the plates crashed down on the floor. Their panting fulfilled the warming tension to their lips.