SwaRon: The Fairy-Tale Affair

4. Only You

'Only You make me feel the way I do for you'

She flexed her legs in the water, relaxingly. Her maidens cleansed her shoulders putting some pastes and essence for fragrance. Her head lay back with her eyes closed. She knew she just needs to look good for the common gathering nothing else. Rest would be taken care of. It wouldn't surprise her if any time during the gathering she faces an encounter with him. He had the ability to bypass all the security and reach her whenever needed. And common gathering was something grand yet public. Even the commons could attend the gathering, but there were only a few who could reach the interiors as the guards filtered the access of commons by various means.

But that wasn't the concern, what mattered was his presence. Because only his presence could provide her the comfort that she wouldn't be ever able to retrieve from the Royal surroundings. She would be left surprise with the way he could comfort her- something she wouldn't have thought about.

She still remembered the way he had first landed into the palace to meet her. It came as a surprise to her to witness the stern, arrogant and non-emoting person that he was would dodge the various securities posted at different nooks and corners of the palace.

He stood there staring at her wet form. She had just stepped out of the pool when he had entered the room. He was left awestruck. The water made its way through a path that he wished that only he could trace. She was a beautiful creation yet so delicate. And looking at her form, dripping with water was a different experience altogether. She saw his dark form and took a robe, concealing herself from his intense gaze. For a moment she was taken aback to have him in front of her eyes. She at first thought she was dreaming but then his approach made her realize that he was there for real. She gulped the hard emotions down her throat. His eyes bored at her, while the seriousness in his eyes made her stomach twirl with deep emotions. Those emerald orbs were a mirror to his pure heart, reflecting his emotions and feelings.

He stretched his arm, grabbing plenty of her waist to pull her closer. A gasp escaped her lips, making him crave more to capture them. Her body, in spite of the bath radiated so much of heat. Her hands rested on either sides of his chest. He observed her closely, while she deeply lost in his eyes. The robe was loosely tied, ending right above her knees, clinging on to her wet form making him desire for the undesirable. His fingers trailed down from her forehead to the hue of her cheek. Unbelievingly his touch made her blush, tingling her senses and her heart raced. Tracing the plush lips of hers, he stopped midway. His fingers lingered at the shivering lips while his gaze intently blocked at her face. She had fearfully closed her eyes. The fear of losing his sight once she opens her eyes back was terrible. He dipped lower whispering into her ears, "I am here."

She didn't know how to react. She parted the eyelashes to meet the dark brown eyes with the glint of smile at her. Pinning back the wet strands he poured words, "You shouldn't roam around this freely when you have got nothing on you, or barely anything." Her eyes widened at his selection of words to describe her state, while he continued, "It gets uncontrollable for me. I don't wish to stop tracing my hands from the same path where the water travelled on you." She gulped the lump of emotions learning about her impact on him. And then her reply aroused him, "Why do you need to have a control over your desires. There's nothing wrong for you to wish for it." Her eyes expressed the similar raw desire and moreover trust and faith in him.

It became hard for him to witness faith which he hadn't witnessed for long. Every time he found suspicious and doubtful eyes for him but not a sign of faith or politeness. He held her face in his palms bringing her close, matching their foreheads. He slowly took her lips gently with his own. Sucking those swollen wet lips flavoring it with his own taste. His lips moved gently against hers relishing the taste of her buds.