ENLIGHTENED

SEVEN

He locked his lips with her and pressed her again, closer to him. Taking her to his arms, at last, was that one thing he longed for - his heart

She felt his lips depart from hers and travelled to her cheeks then to her neck. She was a stranger to such feeling but she was willing to submit to it - whatever it was called, she was willing to give it, all for the man her heart longed for.

Her breathing got heavier as she felt his hands travel around her. His fingers traced the band on her waist and pulled it off loose from her. Her robes began to loosen apart from where the band fell off and the sheer white gown from inside showed.

Looking at his bare chest, she traced with her fingertips the marks of his pain - the wounds that discerned his suffering in defense of his family, the throne, and for her. Tears welled again on her eyes, yet the moment he tipped her chin her eyes saw his meaningful glass eyes that she wanted to look into deeper.

"Don't shed any more tears for me, Qifen," he said gently, wiping her tear laden face with his thumb.

"I cannot take it away from me," she replied, fighting against her sobs. "You have endured so much - the endless pain, the misery, the nightmares, everything."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeper. She was new to this but nonetheless it didn't stop her from having him. Feeling her robes falling from her shoulders, she shrugged to let them fall onto the ground, leaving her with the sheer gown.

He was hesitating for one moment if he should go on. Qifen was so delicate on his hands but the moment she moved to let her gown fall gave him the sign. His tongue traced her mouth and went deep, in no time she reciprocated, holding him closer.

His feet moved and led the way towards the bed chamber until the back of his knees felt the edge of the bed. He took a step away from her and placed his hand on the knot of her gown - staring at her eyes as he pulled it loose gently. He could hear her gasp from where he was standing; she could have objected but there was none.

The gown opened for itself, setting it loose and dropping on the floor.

His jaw dropped at the sight of her body - bared for him.

She shied away as she felt the weight of his eyes on him; she wasn't perfect but the way he was looking at her was definitely beyond her expectations. Her heart pounded as she took a step nearer to him and her hands traced the band of his lower garment. Her hands trembled as she took the band but his lips claimed hers, taking her mind off anything else. "Your highness-"

"Pull it off," he commanded, whispering against her lips, taking breaths in between kisses.

She could feel her whole body tremble as she felt her body lean against his as they kissed. Gently, she felt her back fall onto the cool sheets of his bed and moved without breaking the kiss. Her hands moved onto his arms and allowed him to hover over her.

He pushed her up until her head rested on the pillows. Taking his chance, he left her lips again and trailed kisses towards her neck. He could hear her breathe against his ears as he took her - marked her with her skin. Her heaving chest allowed him to go down, taking his lips to her chest, cupping her breast and took an erected peak - hearing her gasp and her hands started to hold on tightly on his shoulders. Satisfied with what he saw and heard, he gave justice to the other and earned the same reaction from her.

His lips travelled every inch of her, intoxicating him with her scent and her warmth. Reaching on that point between her legs, he immediately dipped his head and kissed her soft core. She could only suppress a moan as she bit her lips against her will; her hips moving congruently with his kiss, and her hands pulling his hair gently.