Royal Masquerade

Chapter 14

Narcissus and Astrea spoke each other’s name as if it’s their last prayer, and neither were willing to be torn apart from each other. But Narcissus want to do this right. He was still hoping that she would remember who he really is to her before they made love. Their marriage was unconsummated as the spell was cast on her on their wedding night, and he would not want her to make love to him without knowing what happened between them in the past. He broke apart from her, giving her a tender look when her expression show of nothing but pure lust and frustration. He have to stop them before it’s too late. If he intend to get things right, he can’t possibly finish what he started. When he bent her over on her back and kissed her passionately, he did not meant for them to be carried away the way the do now.

“You are going to be the death of me…” he sighed, as he he placed his forehead on hers, trying to get her to see reason on why they should not do this yet.

“Please…I really want this,” she murmured her desperation.

“We can’t,” he breathe.

He wanted her so much that it hurts. But he can’t do this now. He wanted to claim her. He wanted her to remember that she’s his wife, and he really do wanted to consummate their marriage. Her wanted his queen back, and most of all, he want them to return to where they really belong. He wanted to make love to her, but not yet, not like this. Even if she could not remember, he needs to make it right for both of them. He may be a devil, but he believes in soul binding ceremony. If she couldn’t remember, then they will have to start over and get married all over again.

And he must not forget the fact that in this era, this dimension, they are not. At least to her, they are not. He wouldn’t want to do something that will make her regret later.

“Why not? I love you. And you love me. Nothing else matter. Please.” she said, barely containing her lusts for him. She almost bursts into tears at his restrain, though she have no idea why. Deep inside she knows that their coupling would very well be imprinted in her memories forever, even after his death. She know that by making love now could hurt her, physically and mentally later when he’s gone, but she really want him now. Oh, she really do.

“We can’t, not now…” he murmured softly, trying to calm both of them down, but their passion and lust for each other is still there. It’s still lingering, and it’s tormenting them, putting them in misery.

“Why not? Am I not good enough for you?” she asked, suddenly feel ashamed and cheap at her behaviour. She know that they are taking things pretty fast to a higher level and they should slow down a little, but deep inside, she really feel like ravishing him and have her ways with him and show him what he meant to her. She have no idea why she felt that way though. It’s as if another part of her is demanding for it.

“You’re everything I could ask for,” he answered simply.

“Then why?” she almost sob.

“I don’t want this to be a one night thing, Love. I don’t want you to regret this.” he whispered, kissing her fingers one by one as he pulled her into a chaste embrace. He breathe in the scent of her hair. He smiled when he smell her natural sweet scent. She smell like a rose garden. He’s glad that the spell did not take that away from her. She still have her fairy scent that drives him absolutely crazy with lust. He believed that her scent is actually pheromone that could attract butterflies to her once she’s aroused. He mentally took note to test his little theory in her rose garden once she remembered who she really is. He had always wanted to make love to her in the open air of her beautiful magical kingdom beneath the starry night.

“I’m not doing this for one night only. I want you, forever!” she cried in frustration.

“Shh, I promise you forever, but now now. Not yet.” he whispered.