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Bal MasQué

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"This not how the dance goes Sir, I dare say you are acting un-gentleman-like" I breathed, taking us forward, his back. Taking yet another step to the right. He tugged at the strings allowing it to loosen from me, slightly I grasped. "I am no gentleman," he added taking me up into the air and then slowly lowered me down as I began to feel down his chiselled face. He grinned then spun me under his arm again and again. The surrounding became more and unfamiliar as I slowly spiralled into utter madness, until he pressed me against the wall, hard. My bosoms beckoned to be free, bobbing up and down as the result of my breathing quicken. His face inched closer to my flushed cheeks. "What are you then?" I whispered as his eyes darted to and fro against my own. Leaning, he looked up at his balled fist against the wall and re-gripped his fist. I need to make a third category. ____________ Princess A'varieé of Vmari at the age to 20 years old feels bored, belittled and baby-ified. Desperately royal, she seeks one way she believes will make everyone change their minds. But it backfired and instead has a secret which she needs to now share with her country's rival's heir Prince Eriquéo of Predrioné - Who you could say has a...how does she put it? Oh thee wicked tongue. [WARNING: I am not very good when it comes to grammar so be warned I will try my best but you might find some grammatical mistakes; also this does contain Sexual references and is NOT suitable for younger readers]
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Short Story of A Duke and His new Husband. The air was thick with the scent of wine, candle wax, and the perfume of the aristocracy, but all I could smell was him. Sebastian's hand was around my wrist before I could take another step, his grip firm-unyielding. My breath hitched as he pulled me away from the grand ballroom, away from the swirling dancers and idle gossip, into the shadows of a secluded alcove. The wall was cold against my back, but his body was burning as he caged me in, his hands braced on either side of me. His eyes-dark, hungry-devoured me as though he were a beast barely holding himself back. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me tonight?" he murmured, voice low and edged with something dangerous. His fingers trailed along my jaw, tilting my chin up until there was no escaping the intensity of his gaze. "Parading around that ballroom, smiling so sweetly, looking so untouchable, when I am the only man who should be allowed to look at you that way?" My breath came shallow, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Sebastian-" "I want to ruin you," he growled, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his voice sinking deeper into something dark and possessive. "Right here, against this wall. I want to mark you, claim you, so that no man would ever dare look at you again without knowing who you belong to." A shiver ran through me. My knees felt weak, and he must have sensed it because his hands were on my waist in an instant, gripping me tightly, as if daring me to run. As if he knew I wouldn't. "You are mine, Felix," he whispered against my throat, the promise threading through my skin like fire. "And I will remind you of it before this night is over."

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