Made to be a Queen

Chapter 8

Luna

I can still feel her hands around me and her kisses wherever I go. The way she caresses my neck and looks into my eyes creates an intimate connection. Her love and passion exceeded my expectations. Every touch from her is gentle and tender, always seeking my consent before exploring further. I willingly give myself to her, eager to experience everything she has to offer.

We shared unforgettable moments together, three or four times if memory serves me right. Time seemed to fly by, and I couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. She took control, and I willingly surrendered to her desires. Despite my attempts to please her, she wouldn't allow it. Whenever my hands ventured towards her legs, she would stop me, asserting her dominance. With a gentle kiss on my neck, she would pressure my hands to stay still, and eventually, I would feel both exhausted and satisfied. We didn't need words to understand each other; our actions spoke volumes.

The next morning, I woke up to find her with her back turned towards me. Gently, I placed my hand on her naked back, tracing delicate patterns with my fingers. I kissed her softly, starting from the top and making my way to the center and then down, but my attention was soon caught by a surprise. There was a tattoo on her back. Startled, she woke up and changed her position to face me.

"Morning!" I said with a sleepy grin, my eyes still half-closed.

"Morning!" she replied, her voice warm and filled with sleepiness.

"How was your night?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"So bad that I want to make it several times in order to like it!" she joked, and we both chuckled at the playful comment. A moment of silence followed, and I couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious tattoo I had just discovered.

"I saw a tattoo on your back; it seemed old. What is it?" I inquired, my tone filled with surprise and genuine curiosity.

"A tattoo? I never had one," she responded, sounding just as bewildered as I felt.

"I was surprised when I saw it because typically only queens, kings, and princesses from prominent families have tattoos like these. I have one on my back, and it is the symbol of our kingdom!" My voice carried a mix of wonder and excitement.

"I know that, but I have never seen it before!" she said, sounding genuinely perplexed.

"You've never checked your back before?" I teased, playfully poking fun at the situation.

"No, how could I?" she retorted, her playful tone matching mine.

"Just look through the mirror, Maeve!" I suggested, urging her to check the mysterious mark.

"What the hell! Mother never spoke about it before! I should see her today!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise and determination.

"Wow, wow, wow! You promised you'd stay with me today!" I playfully protested, hoping to keep her by my side a bit longer.

"It's just 10 minutes of talking, and I'll come back!" she assured me, her voice soothing yet resolute.

"10 minutes can be a long time... I'll miss you..." I said, trying to sound a bit dramatic and playful at the same time.

"No, you won't." She got closer, and I playfully locked my arm around hers, urging her to stay. She responded by biting my arm gently to free herself, and then she began getting dressed. "I'll be back as quickly as I can!" she promised, her smile infectious.

"I'll be waiting," I said, unable to hide the affection in my voice, as she left the room.

I lay on the bed, reminiscing about our moments together, smiling and laughing alone, loving myself even more. But then I remembered the upcoming competition, and the fact that I still had no dresses to work on. So, I jumped out of bed and began working on the dresses, picking fabrics and sketching designs on paper. During a short break, my thoughts returned to the tattoo, and it ignited my curiosity even more, driving me to find out more about it.