Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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Kisses.
Bites.
Pleasure.
A pure plethora of ecstasy spread throughout my body as the dancer thoroughly sated her hunger. She steadied her fingers across my shoulders, never once meeting my eyes, as she sucked her way from the tip of my chin, down the passage of my neck.
But only her hunger was being fulfilled.
"Tell me hayati, why did you choose to enter my chamber, when there is a kingdom full of desirable males with almost as much royal value as me?" I questioned, though not because I was a male, yearning in vain, for the compliments of a female.
"Full of questions, your majesty? Am I not succeeding in my mission to have you only use your tongue when necessary?" Her face travelled upwards again as she whispered those words against my ears. She fluidly wrapped her legs around my waist in a way that was elegant enough to highlight her main talents - dancing.
But she still refrained from greeting my eyes.
Why is that bothering me?
"Mission? Are indulging in your carnal pleasures supposedly a regular 'mission' for you, hayati?" I questioned, gently cupping her face as I drew back slightly.
"Why linger so much on mere words, Prince Elijah? Words do not always need to have a crucial meaning behind them. Actions, however, speak in an entirely different way." In an instant, she crashed her lips against mine, eliciting a sensual groan from me.
Her nails sharply carved straight down my bare back, as if it was an automated response.
I grabbed her chin, eliminating the proximity of our lips, and stared straight into her eyes. Dark blue eyes that were so close to me, that I could almost just see my reflection that was scrutinising her.
"Words are often a blatant reflection of one's true thoughts, or a hideously covered up delivery of dialogues - shrouded by lies. Both, very powerful in their own way. Therefore, they cannot be underestimated." I stated with a light smile, to which her eyes narrowed in a thoughtful manner.
I could see it. She was unable to fully dissolve my words, for her concentration was still partly directed at my swollen lips.
"I greatly respect your control right now, but I surely do not appreciate it. Therefore, your majesty, allow me to take control from now on." With that, she slammed my body back onto the bed, wrapping one hand around my head, and one hand around my sex.
I grabbed her hips toward me, understanding the sudden urgency, and flipped her underneath me, making her gasp.
"Then make it count, hayati."
She smiled slyly, reconnecting our lips in seconds, grounding herself against my body. She swayed as our breaths mingled together, the feeling of my fingers tracing her heavenly curves reminding me of her wondrous talent in the ballroom.
