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@khthon defiance sparked in her eyes at his words, her arrogance flaring even while she was so clearly at his mercy: nearly a foot shorter and significantly less muscularly endowed than him too. Ruhani grit her teeth, with the ironic ferocity of a cat cornered by a lion. “Then they will snap before I obey the likes of you.” She countered, “I have made it clear I have no intention to turn back. And a queen is entitled to go where she pleases. I imagined you would’ve been taught as much.” 

@khthon “I was never captive in the first place.” Ruhani pointed out, her curiosity as always had gotten the best of her. And the same could be credited for her present situation. “Not your captive anyway. You would not hold me hostage, after I promised you my silence.” The queen inched closer despite herself, revelling in the small relief from how her horridly boring her so-called vacation was proving to be. Something told her this young man would be the beginning of many adventures. Or maybe ‘something’ was the last thread of hope she kid herself with. Either way, she was in no haste to leave

@hyrded she let herself flow with his touches. offering no resistance as his hands roamed her body with frantic abandon, without a care for what someone might see or think. not that there was any potential audience here to begin with. in this moment, the secluded hallway was no less than a slice of heaven. a tiny paradise he drive her deeper into with every step she walked back in his wake. ruhani felt her back press against the cold wall, sending a shiver up her spine from the contact. but it didn't come close to the way her nerves were doused when rurik decided in that moment to consume her, then and there. her lips parted, under his mouth, her body arching to meet his. 
            
            she nearly chased after the warmth of his lips when he pulled away, but ultimately managed some composure. during their ordeal, her dupatta has slid off her shoulder, baring her collarbone and with it the shaky rise and fall of her chest. his question turned gaze from    desire to something sharper, and the queen smirked. "jaan...i've always been bold. i just never got to show you before."
            
            this time when he kissed at her skin, she allowed her weight to rest against the wall with a deep breath. her hands rose to embrace him, feel up his arms and ultimately rest up on his shoulders so her fingertips fiddled with the ends of his hair as her eyes fluttered shut, savouring his touch.

@hyrded sharp eyes followed each movement, his deliberation and his teasing was not lost on her. yet as circumstance would have it, she was not one to give in to his games, even if it meant depriving herself. instead of gracing him with a direct answer, ruhani leaned close, lips ghosting over his ear. “where I really want your mouth it be…would create a display that is frowned upon in public.” the words were feisty, but she said them with nonchalance: payback, for how he’d been trying to get under her skin. “i might settle for lips until then.”