Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part eleven

Iris didn't mind being alone, observing the festival from afar and watching everyone's joy. She could hear the music and the cheers. She could even see most of the people dancing near the palace. Watching others enjoy themselves was half the fun for her as she leaned over her balcony, contently watching the dancers twirl.

She heard her door open, but didn't bother to look, recognizing the familiar footsteps of Sinbad as he approached her. He always somehow managed to pull himself together under the influence of alcohol, so his steps weren't sloppy.

He draped his arms over the girl's smaller shoulders, his hot breath tickling her ear along with the smell of wine. "Why'd you leave me?" The man whined.

She wiggled from his grasp. "You had more than enough company." She teased, raising her head in confidence and placing a finger under the intoxicated man's chin.

"But I want you." This phrase made Iris's heartbeat speed up. He was clearly drunk, but he seemed so aware and stable that she questioned if he even had consumed any wine.

Still, she chuckled and rolled her eyes, releasing his chin and turning back to the festivities. "You are a silly man."

"Drink with me." He urged, carrying a bottle of wine and grabbing glasses from the sitting area of the room.

"I think us drinking together is a bad idea."

"I think it's a fantastic idea."

"Aren't there other women you don't have to get drunk to sleep with you?" Her personality was light-hearted and playful, but she felt a faint churn in her gut.

"But you're more fun." He droned, setting down the wine and stepping towards her.

With every step he took towards her, she slid her feet backwards. He pushed her further and further until her back hit the railing of the balcony, but he still loomed over her. Her back bent against the metal behind her as she shied away from the King's advances.

But he had her trapped and flustered. She felt like her heart would beat through her chest, pounding heavier than she thought possible. However, she wasn't quick to push him away or try to escape like she had previously. Still, she was embarrassed as heat rushed to her face.

Sinbad snapped off her cuff-like necklace and his lips hovered above the soft, bare skin. "Quite frankly, I just want you." He kissed her neck.

Her logic screamed 'stop,' but her emotions contradicted that. She bit her lower lip as his kisses made chills erupt on her flesh. No matter how much she tried to stifle it, she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure.

Hearing her reaction, the man pressed closer to her, placing a hand on her hip, beginning to slide it down her thigh. He loved her shape, the feeling of the softness of the muscles of her hips and thighs beneath his fingers. He traced her leg, bringing his tender touch back to her spine, then reaching lower and lower.

Then Iris suddenly regained her reasoning and pushed the man away from her.

"No sir, we are not doing this." She declared, squeezing out of his entrapment and moving far from him.

"And you weren't even drunk." He smirked at her.

"And you are." She felt a bit of disappointment mixed with panic; disappointed that she let him take advantage of her and panic over realizing how much she liked it.

Clearly, Sinbad could read exactly how she was feeling in the situation. It seemed like it was his super power. "Don't lie to yourself, miss Iris." His golden eyes were as devious as his grin. "You like it."