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His proposal had been accepted. It shouldn't have been as much of a shock as it felt, but the young Stravos had found it difficult not to seem so elated. The news had been sent out in every direction and his future wife had promptly started with the preparations for the wedding. Keikelius himself had gone on to tell his parents of the successful match. His father was the only one that seemed stunned, questioning how he had won Circenia so quickly.
Keikelius wasn't going to tell the man that they were simply a good match for one another. Karkos would soon find that fact out for himself. There was nothing that Keikelius was required to say about their soon-to-be family member. He was sure that she would take the family by storm, solidifying her place as the top woman in the family. He almost felt bad for his mother, but at the same time he was pleased that there would be no more living under their thumb.
The man had taken to spending more time with his bride-to-be. Every chance he could get, he would call on her, finding that he truly enjoyed her company. Whether they walked through the gardens or relaxed in the solar rooms, things were peaceful and right. And if he was lucky and they were careful, he got to put his hands on her. Never too far. Never anything past a few kisses or trailing fingers against her lower back. Always somewhat proper, but close enough to a ledge that constantly left both of them wanting more. The only difference was that Keikelius had the patience of a saint.
However, that night was much different than previous days. With the Palati quiet and unassuming, Circenia had snuck Keikelius back to her rooms. The two of them had avoided guards and servants, even ducking into a dark alcove as someone passed on their way to her rooms. Did he care about how this might look? No. They'd be married soon and there was nothing either of them could really do to make that any less exciting. Not to mention he was an absolute fiend and he wanted to be by her every moment of every day.
Even his sailors were silently surprised at how good of a mood his engagement had put him in. Keikelius had been less inclined to bite heads off or fire slackers than he had been prior to the princess wandering into his life.
Pressing his back to the door of the room as he and Circenia entered, he made sure it was shut firm, not daring to glance out and see if any guards had seen them. With his gaze on Circenia he then turned it away to glance about the room. Curiosity killed the cat and he trailed about the room in order to explore everything she decorated with. When he found himself pleased with her taste in art and decoration, the Stravos lord wandered back to one of the chaise lounges, which he promptly sunk down onto. Settling into an outstretched and rather casual position, Keikelius hummed softly at his fiance.
"This was an awful risky idea, princess," he crooned at her, tipping his fingers back through her hair, "What will the court think?" he found himself grinning at her, hazel green eyes alight with amusement that he only seemed to show in her presence. When they were entirely alone.
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His proposal had been accepted. It shouldn't have been as much of a shock as it felt, but the young Stravos had found it difficult not to seem so elated. The news had been sent out in every direction and his future wife had promptly started with the preparations for the wedding. Keikelius himself had gone on to tell his parents of the successful match. His father was the only one that seemed stunned, questioning how he had won Circenia so quickly.
Keikelius wasn't going to tell the man that they were simply a good match for one another. Karkos would soon find that fact out for himself. There was nothing that Keikelius was required to say about their soon-to-be family member. He was sure that she would take the family by storm, solidifying her place as the top woman in the family. He almost felt bad for his mother, but at the same time he was pleased that there would be no more living under their thumb.
The man had taken to spending more time with his bride-to-be. Every chance he could get, he would call on her, finding that he truly enjoyed her company. Whether they walked through the gardens or relaxed in the solar rooms, things were peaceful and right. And if he was lucky and they were careful, he got to put his hands on her. Never too far. Never anything past a few kisses or trailing fingers against her lower back. Always somewhat proper, but close enough to a ledge that constantly left both of them wanting more. The only difference was that Keikelius had the patience of a saint.
However, that night was much different than previous days. With the Palati quiet and unassuming, Circenia had snuck Keikelius back to her rooms. The two of them had avoided guards and servants, even ducking into a dark alcove as someone passed on their way to her rooms. Did he care about how this might look? No. They'd be married soon and there was nothing either of them could really do to make that any less exciting. Not to mention he was an absolute fiend and he wanted to be by her every moment of every day.
Even his sailors were silently surprised at how good of a mood his engagement had put him in. Keikelius had been less inclined to bite heads off or fire slackers than he had been prior to the princess wandering into his life.
Pressing his back to the door of the room as he and Circenia entered, he made sure it was shut firm, not daring to glance out and see if any guards had seen them. With his gaze on Circenia he then turned it away to glance about the room. Curiosity killed the cat and he trailed about the room in order to explore everything she decorated with. When he found himself pleased with her taste in art and decoration, the Stravos lord wandered back to one of the chaise lounges, which he promptly sunk down onto. Settling into an outstretched and rather casual position, Keikelius hummed softly at his fiance.
"This was an awful risky idea, princess," he crooned at her, tipping his fingers back through her hair, "What will the court think?" he found himself grinning at her, hazel green eyes alight with amusement that he only seemed to show in her presence. When they were entirely alone.
His proposal had been accepted. It shouldn't have been as much of a shock as it felt, but the young Stravos had found it difficult not to seem so elated. The news had been sent out in every direction and his future wife had promptly started with the preparations for the wedding. Keikelius himself had gone on to tell his parents of the successful match. His father was the only one that seemed stunned, questioning how he had won Circenia so quickly.
Keikelius wasn't going to tell the man that they were simply a good match for one another. Karkos would soon find that fact out for himself. There was nothing that Keikelius was required to say about their soon-to-be family member. He was sure that she would take the family by storm, solidifying her place as the top woman in the family. He almost felt bad for his mother, but at the same time he was pleased that there would be no more living under their thumb.
The man had taken to spending more time with his bride-to-be. Every chance he could get, he would call on her, finding that he truly enjoyed her company. Whether they walked through the gardens or relaxed in the solar rooms, things were peaceful and right. And if he was lucky and they were careful, he got to put his hands on her. Never too far. Never anything past a few kisses or trailing fingers against her lower back. Always somewhat proper, but close enough to a ledge that constantly left both of them wanting more. The only difference was that Keikelius had the patience of a saint.
However, that night was much different than previous days. With the Palati quiet and unassuming, Circenia had snuck Keikelius back to her rooms. The two of them had avoided guards and servants, even ducking into a dark alcove as someone passed on their way to her rooms. Did he care about how this might look? No. They'd be married soon and there was nothing either of them could really do to make that any less exciting. Not to mention he was an absolute fiend and he wanted to be by her every moment of every day.
Even his sailors were silently surprised at how good of a mood his engagement had put him in. Keikelius had been less inclined to bite heads off or fire slackers than he had been prior to the princess wandering into his life.
Pressing his back to the door of the room as he and Circenia entered, he made sure it was shut firm, not daring to glance out and see if any guards had seen them. With his gaze on Circenia he then turned it away to glance about the room. Curiosity killed the cat and he trailed about the room in order to explore everything she decorated with. When he found himself pleased with her taste in art and decoration, the Stravos lord wandered back to one of the chaise lounges, which he promptly sunk down onto. Settling into an outstretched and rather casual position, Keikelius hummed softly at his fiance.
"This was an awful risky idea, princess," he crooned at her, tipping his fingers back through her hair, "What will the court think?" he found himself grinning at her, hazel green eyes alight with amusement that he only seemed to show in her presence. When they were entirely alone.
Circenia never thought she could be so happy.
The princess had always known she would have to marry eventually, just as she’d always known that marriage would have to be for the betterment of her family and that of her future husband’s. What she’d never expected, however, was actually to actually like her fiancé. After all, there weren’t many people period that she ever deigned to truly care for. Keikelius was an easy man to be around, calm and attentive even when she was in a fit of temper. His very presence soothed her in a way no man had ever done before, and now she knew never would again. He was ice to her fire and complemented her in a way she’d never dared to imagine. It was perfect. He was perfect.
The more time they spent together, the more attached she became, until he was all she thought of when they were apart. Most of her waking hours were preoccupied by the thought of the handsome lord of Stravos, and even when she laid her head down to rest, he haunted her dreams. Was she in love? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that she’d never felt like this before. She wanted it to last forever.
Whenever they were together, it was like sparks igniting. The princess used whatever excuse she could to touch him—whether it was holding his hand or just brushing the hair from his face, it made her stomach clench every time. When she felt her lips against his, it was like a homecoming she’d never asked for, but one she would be devoid without. Every time they saw each other, they got a little closer, a little more daring, and every time they parted, it left her wanting more. The way his muscles bunched and moved under his clothing, the confident air around him as he walked… everything about him made her weak in the knees, and all she could imagine was how those muscles would feel under her hands when she finally took him to bed for the first time.
One night, they decided to be a little more daring than usual, sneaking off to her chambers under the cover of darkness. Why it was so scandalous for her to be alone with her intended, Circenia didn’t understand, but she was a princess, and she would have her way, improper or not. She wanted time with him that wasn’t interrupted with nosy followers or hovering chaperones. How could she ever expect to really get to know her husband if they were watched every hour of the day and night?
Breathlessly, she laughed as soon as the door was closed behind them, watching his silent assessment of her room. He seemed to approve, which pulled a smile from her lips. Good. As soon as they were living together, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be the one making their house into a home. It was good for both of them if he liked her tastes, as well.
Following Keikelius as he came to lay out on one of the chaises, Circenia smiled while she sank to the ground next to him. She would never deign to sit on the floor with anyone else around; it could be perceived as a signal that they were above her, which was something she’d never accept. But Keikelius was different. She didn’t mind breaking a few norms for him.
Closing her eyes as his fingers drifted through her hair, she leaned into his touch, clasping her hand over his and nuzzling against it. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn what any of them think,” Circenia replied bluntly, opening her eyes to take in his smile. A similar expression flitted over her own face, leaning in to just barely brush her lips against his. “If I had it my way, you’d be in here with me every night, and we’d never sleep again.” Her grin turned a little more devious, kissing him again with more passion. “How’s that for risky, hm?”
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Circenia never thought she could be so happy.
The princess had always known she would have to marry eventually, just as she’d always known that marriage would have to be for the betterment of her family and that of her future husband’s. What she’d never expected, however, was actually to actually like her fiancé. After all, there weren’t many people period that she ever deigned to truly care for. Keikelius was an easy man to be around, calm and attentive even when she was in a fit of temper. His very presence soothed her in a way no man had ever done before, and now she knew never would again. He was ice to her fire and complemented her in a way she’d never dared to imagine. It was perfect. He was perfect.
The more time they spent together, the more attached she became, until he was all she thought of when they were apart. Most of her waking hours were preoccupied by the thought of the handsome lord of Stravos, and even when she laid her head down to rest, he haunted her dreams. Was she in love? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that she’d never felt like this before. She wanted it to last forever.
Whenever they were together, it was like sparks igniting. The princess used whatever excuse she could to touch him—whether it was holding his hand or just brushing the hair from his face, it made her stomach clench every time. When she felt her lips against his, it was like a homecoming she’d never asked for, but one she would be devoid without. Every time they saw each other, they got a little closer, a little more daring, and every time they parted, it left her wanting more. The way his muscles bunched and moved under his clothing, the confident air around him as he walked… everything about him made her weak in the knees, and all she could imagine was how those muscles would feel under her hands when she finally took him to bed for the first time.
One night, they decided to be a little more daring than usual, sneaking off to her chambers under the cover of darkness. Why it was so scandalous for her to be alone with her intended, Circenia didn’t understand, but she was a princess, and she would have her way, improper or not. She wanted time with him that wasn’t interrupted with nosy followers or hovering chaperones. How could she ever expect to really get to know her husband if they were watched every hour of the day and night?
Breathlessly, she laughed as soon as the door was closed behind them, watching his silent assessment of her room. He seemed to approve, which pulled a smile from her lips. Good. As soon as they were living together, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be the one making their house into a home. It was good for both of them if he liked her tastes, as well.
Following Keikelius as he came to lay out on one of the chaises, Circenia smiled while she sank to the ground next to him. She would never deign to sit on the floor with anyone else around; it could be perceived as a signal that they were above her, which was something she’d never accept. But Keikelius was different. She didn’t mind breaking a few norms for him.
Closing her eyes as his fingers drifted through her hair, she leaned into his touch, clasping her hand over his and nuzzling against it. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn what any of them think,” Circenia replied bluntly, opening her eyes to take in his smile. A similar expression flitted over her own face, leaning in to just barely brush her lips against his. “If I had it my way, you’d be in here with me every night, and we’d never sleep again.” Her grin turned a little more devious, kissing him again with more passion. “How’s that for risky, hm?”
Circenia never thought she could be so happy.
The princess had always known she would have to marry eventually, just as she’d always known that marriage would have to be for the betterment of her family and that of her future husband’s. What she’d never expected, however, was actually to actually like her fiancé. After all, there weren’t many people period that she ever deigned to truly care for. Keikelius was an easy man to be around, calm and attentive even when she was in a fit of temper. His very presence soothed her in a way no man had ever done before, and now she knew never would again. He was ice to her fire and complemented her in a way she’d never dared to imagine. It was perfect. He was perfect.
The more time they spent together, the more attached she became, until he was all she thought of when they were apart. Most of her waking hours were preoccupied by the thought of the handsome lord of Stravos, and even when she laid her head down to rest, he haunted her dreams. Was she in love? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that she’d never felt like this before. She wanted it to last forever.
Whenever they were together, it was like sparks igniting. The princess used whatever excuse she could to touch him—whether it was holding his hand or just brushing the hair from his face, it made her stomach clench every time. When she felt her lips against his, it was like a homecoming she’d never asked for, but one she would be devoid without. Every time they saw each other, they got a little closer, a little more daring, and every time they parted, it left her wanting more. The way his muscles bunched and moved under his clothing, the confident air around him as he walked… everything about him made her weak in the knees, and all she could imagine was how those muscles would feel under her hands when she finally took him to bed for the first time.
One night, they decided to be a little more daring than usual, sneaking off to her chambers under the cover of darkness. Why it was so scandalous for her to be alone with her intended, Circenia didn’t understand, but she was a princess, and she would have her way, improper or not. She wanted time with him that wasn’t interrupted with nosy followers or hovering chaperones. How could she ever expect to really get to know her husband if they were watched every hour of the day and night?
Breathlessly, she laughed as soon as the door was closed behind them, watching his silent assessment of her room. He seemed to approve, which pulled a smile from her lips. Good. As soon as they were living together, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be the one making their house into a home. It was good for both of them if he liked her tastes, as well.
Following Keikelius as he came to lay out on one of the chaises, Circenia smiled while she sank to the ground next to him. She would never deign to sit on the floor with anyone else around; it could be perceived as a signal that they were above her, which was something she’d never accept. But Keikelius was different. She didn’t mind breaking a few norms for him.
Closing her eyes as his fingers drifted through her hair, she leaned into his touch, clasping her hand over his and nuzzling against it. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn what any of them think,” Circenia replied bluntly, opening her eyes to take in his smile. A similar expression flitted over her own face, leaning in to just barely brush her lips against his. “If I had it my way, you’d be in here with me every night, and we’d never sleep again.” Her grin turned a little more devious, kissing him again with more passion. “How’s that for risky, hm?”
This woman. The woman he was to marry. She was simultaneously good and bad for his health. The tempting little touches. The brushing of her hand against his or against his face when she brushed hair from his face... it was wildly distracting and let him wanting. But he had spent all these days being good. Not giving into the desires that burned sharply through him.
Part of it was because he knew Circenia quite well at this point. Making her wait. Making her anticipate. It was going to be his greatest game. By the time both of them broke, there was going to be absolutely no doubt of his want or his desire for the princess. They may have been engaged, he may have been slowly falling for her, but that didn't mean he could afford to be sloppy or inattentive. Circenia could change her mind at the drop of an olive from a tree. Such a thing would leave him both heartbroken and disgusted with himself if he did not try very hard to keep her on her toes.
Which... wasn't exactly hard now that he had claimed her nearly full attention.
But his every waking moment without her was filled with thoughts about her. Part of him wished he had claimed her atop the desk on his ship. Because now she was tormenting him and he was entirely keen on tormenting her until neither of them could stand it.
With his fingers trailing through her hair and her lips brushing against his skin, Keikelius then found himself leaning down more toward her, leaning over the side of the chaise so that he could kiss her. His smile grew at such bold declarations of want. Never sleeping again because he knew right where he would be. Parting his lips a little against hers while she spoke, the man couldn't help himself. A soft groan of affirmation sounded in his throat, his fingers trailing out of her hair and down to her jaw.
A thought occurred to him that she could have been a witch... but fucking hell if he cared. She was a witch that very, very clearly had every interest in him.
Shifting a little so that he could slip off of the chaise. Shifting her slightly away from the edge of the furniture as he settled down over her, straddling his hips, he kissed her sharply when she kissed him with more passion. Pressing her head against the stone with the force of it, the wavering control, he pulled back sharply. "You are going to get me into trouble, princess," Keikelius growled at her, nipping down lightly onto her bottom lip.
"Someone should teach you some manners," he crooned, kissing about her face with renewed fervor. "Because you have been tormenting me all day," he pointed out, pulling back to gaze down at her with an amused expression. "I don't like being tormented. I'm trying to be good and not lose favor with your brother by doing... every little thing I can think of to you. The least you could do was help me..." Keikelius was teasing through and through, and his expression said as much.
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This woman. The woman he was to marry. She was simultaneously good and bad for his health. The tempting little touches. The brushing of her hand against his or against his face when she brushed hair from his face... it was wildly distracting and let him wanting. But he had spent all these days being good. Not giving into the desires that burned sharply through him.
Part of it was because he knew Circenia quite well at this point. Making her wait. Making her anticipate. It was going to be his greatest game. By the time both of them broke, there was going to be absolutely no doubt of his want or his desire for the princess. They may have been engaged, he may have been slowly falling for her, but that didn't mean he could afford to be sloppy or inattentive. Circenia could change her mind at the drop of an olive from a tree. Such a thing would leave him both heartbroken and disgusted with himself if he did not try very hard to keep her on her toes.
Which... wasn't exactly hard now that he had claimed her nearly full attention.
But his every waking moment without her was filled with thoughts about her. Part of him wished he had claimed her atop the desk on his ship. Because now she was tormenting him and he was entirely keen on tormenting her until neither of them could stand it.
With his fingers trailing through her hair and her lips brushing against his skin, Keikelius then found himself leaning down more toward her, leaning over the side of the chaise so that he could kiss her. His smile grew at such bold declarations of want. Never sleeping again because he knew right where he would be. Parting his lips a little against hers while she spoke, the man couldn't help himself. A soft groan of affirmation sounded in his throat, his fingers trailing out of her hair and down to her jaw.
A thought occurred to him that she could have been a witch... but fucking hell if he cared. She was a witch that very, very clearly had every interest in him.
Shifting a little so that he could slip off of the chaise. Shifting her slightly away from the edge of the furniture as he settled down over her, straddling his hips, he kissed her sharply when she kissed him with more passion. Pressing her head against the stone with the force of it, the wavering control, he pulled back sharply. "You are going to get me into trouble, princess," Keikelius growled at her, nipping down lightly onto her bottom lip.
"Someone should teach you some manners," he crooned, kissing about her face with renewed fervor. "Because you have been tormenting me all day," he pointed out, pulling back to gaze down at her with an amused expression. "I don't like being tormented. I'm trying to be good and not lose favor with your brother by doing... every little thing I can think of to you. The least you could do was help me..." Keikelius was teasing through and through, and his expression said as much.
This woman. The woman he was to marry. She was simultaneously good and bad for his health. The tempting little touches. The brushing of her hand against his or against his face when she brushed hair from his face... it was wildly distracting and let him wanting. But he had spent all these days being good. Not giving into the desires that burned sharply through him.
Part of it was because he knew Circenia quite well at this point. Making her wait. Making her anticipate. It was going to be his greatest game. By the time both of them broke, there was going to be absolutely no doubt of his want or his desire for the princess. They may have been engaged, he may have been slowly falling for her, but that didn't mean he could afford to be sloppy or inattentive. Circenia could change her mind at the drop of an olive from a tree. Such a thing would leave him both heartbroken and disgusted with himself if he did not try very hard to keep her on her toes.
Which... wasn't exactly hard now that he had claimed her nearly full attention.
But his every waking moment without her was filled with thoughts about her. Part of him wished he had claimed her atop the desk on his ship. Because now she was tormenting him and he was entirely keen on tormenting her until neither of them could stand it.
With his fingers trailing through her hair and her lips brushing against his skin, Keikelius then found himself leaning down more toward her, leaning over the side of the chaise so that he could kiss her. His smile grew at such bold declarations of want. Never sleeping again because he knew right where he would be. Parting his lips a little against hers while she spoke, the man couldn't help himself. A soft groan of affirmation sounded in his throat, his fingers trailing out of her hair and down to her jaw.
A thought occurred to him that she could have been a witch... but fucking hell if he cared. She was a witch that very, very clearly had every interest in him.
Shifting a little so that he could slip off of the chaise. Shifting her slightly away from the edge of the furniture as he settled down over her, straddling his hips, he kissed her sharply when she kissed him with more passion. Pressing her head against the stone with the force of it, the wavering control, he pulled back sharply. "You are going to get me into trouble, princess," Keikelius growled at her, nipping down lightly onto her bottom lip.
"Someone should teach you some manners," he crooned, kissing about her face with renewed fervor. "Because you have been tormenting me all day," he pointed out, pulling back to gaze down at her with an amused expression. "I don't like being tormented. I'm trying to be good and not lose favor with your brother by doing... every little thing I can think of to you. The least you could do was help me..." Keikelius was teasing through and through, and his expression said as much.
Her breath came short when Keikelius pinned her to the ground beneath them, watching him with a heat in her eyes that threatened to spark and devour them both. “Anyone who dares to say anything to you, you just send them to me,” she replied, a venomous sweetness in her tone that promised all manner of ‘delights’ to those who would be so bold. “I guarantee you they’ll be singing a different tune after.” His teeth caught her lip, Circenia twining her fingers in his hair to keep him there a moment longer. Her tongue teased along the entrance of his mouth before pulling back, her face full of dark mischief. Risky, yes, but she didn’t care. He was hers.
Kisses lingered about her face, her lips tilting in a smile. “Manners?” she repeated with a deep chuckle, her fingers brushing along the side of his cheek. “My manners are quite impeccable, thank you,” she informed him. “Though tormenting you…” she laughed again, her lips trailing across his jaw. “I think that’s my new favorite pastime.”
Circenia’s hands roamed down his shoulders to his sides, stroking, caressing, teasing, but still keeping herself under control and not ripping his clothing away like she wanted to. “Why, Keikelius, I am helping you,” she replied, her tone full of mock offense, one hand pressing to her chest as if he’d wounded her. “So long as I still remain enamored of you, you’ll stay quite steadily in my brother’s favor. Truly, these little torments are for your own good. If you didn’t let me torment you, I probably wouldn’t like you.”
She grinned, teasing, though there was some truth in her words. There was a sadistic streak in the princess, untempered by her birth and those surrounding her. Highborn with her whims constantly indulged, that little streak had been cultivated into something rather advantageous for her position in Court, but detrimental to forming deeper attachments. Luckily for her, her fiancé seemed to respond to it instead of shy away from it, though whether that was lucky for him would remain to be seen.
Lips capturing his again, her tongue probed its away to his, dancing and caressing in an increasingly passionate rhythm that left her breathless and wanting. Her hand moved further down his body, roaming briefly over the firmness of his rear before clutching tightly at his hip. Pulling away with a ragged breath, she offered a deceptively sweet smile and kissed his cheek instead. Her look was devious when she pulled away, extricating herself from under his body and moving back to her feet.
Smoothing the skirt of her chiton, she quickly regained her composure, shoulders back and spine straight as she walked over to a tray set up near her bed. Calm hands poured two glasses of red wine from the chilled decanter, carefully hiding her amusement as she offered one his way.
“Wine?” she asked innocently, taking a sip of her own with a dark glitter in her eye. “It’s a new import from Taengea. Quite good, though a bit fruitier than the last.”
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Her breath came short when Keikelius pinned her to the ground beneath them, watching him with a heat in her eyes that threatened to spark and devour them both. “Anyone who dares to say anything to you, you just send them to me,” she replied, a venomous sweetness in her tone that promised all manner of ‘delights’ to those who would be so bold. “I guarantee you they’ll be singing a different tune after.” His teeth caught her lip, Circenia twining her fingers in his hair to keep him there a moment longer. Her tongue teased along the entrance of his mouth before pulling back, her face full of dark mischief. Risky, yes, but she didn’t care. He was hers.
Kisses lingered about her face, her lips tilting in a smile. “Manners?” she repeated with a deep chuckle, her fingers brushing along the side of his cheek. “My manners are quite impeccable, thank you,” she informed him. “Though tormenting you…” she laughed again, her lips trailing across his jaw. “I think that’s my new favorite pastime.”
Circenia’s hands roamed down his shoulders to his sides, stroking, caressing, teasing, but still keeping herself under control and not ripping his clothing away like she wanted to. “Why, Keikelius, I am helping you,” she replied, her tone full of mock offense, one hand pressing to her chest as if he’d wounded her. “So long as I still remain enamored of you, you’ll stay quite steadily in my brother’s favor. Truly, these little torments are for your own good. If you didn’t let me torment you, I probably wouldn’t like you.”
She grinned, teasing, though there was some truth in her words. There was a sadistic streak in the princess, untempered by her birth and those surrounding her. Highborn with her whims constantly indulged, that little streak had been cultivated into something rather advantageous for her position in Court, but detrimental to forming deeper attachments. Luckily for her, her fiancé seemed to respond to it instead of shy away from it, though whether that was lucky for him would remain to be seen.
Lips capturing his again, her tongue probed its away to his, dancing and caressing in an increasingly passionate rhythm that left her breathless and wanting. Her hand moved further down his body, roaming briefly over the firmness of his rear before clutching tightly at his hip. Pulling away with a ragged breath, she offered a deceptively sweet smile and kissed his cheek instead. Her look was devious when she pulled away, extricating herself from under his body and moving back to her feet.
Smoothing the skirt of her chiton, she quickly regained her composure, shoulders back and spine straight as she walked over to a tray set up near her bed. Calm hands poured two glasses of red wine from the chilled decanter, carefully hiding her amusement as she offered one his way.
“Wine?” she asked innocently, taking a sip of her own with a dark glitter in her eye. “It’s a new import from Taengea. Quite good, though a bit fruitier than the last.”
Her breath came short when Keikelius pinned her to the ground beneath them, watching him with a heat in her eyes that threatened to spark and devour them both. “Anyone who dares to say anything to you, you just send them to me,” she replied, a venomous sweetness in her tone that promised all manner of ‘delights’ to those who would be so bold. “I guarantee you they’ll be singing a different tune after.” His teeth caught her lip, Circenia twining her fingers in his hair to keep him there a moment longer. Her tongue teased along the entrance of his mouth before pulling back, her face full of dark mischief. Risky, yes, but she didn’t care. He was hers.
Kisses lingered about her face, her lips tilting in a smile. “Manners?” she repeated with a deep chuckle, her fingers brushing along the side of his cheek. “My manners are quite impeccable, thank you,” she informed him. “Though tormenting you…” she laughed again, her lips trailing across his jaw. “I think that’s my new favorite pastime.”
Circenia’s hands roamed down his shoulders to his sides, stroking, caressing, teasing, but still keeping herself under control and not ripping his clothing away like she wanted to. “Why, Keikelius, I am helping you,” she replied, her tone full of mock offense, one hand pressing to her chest as if he’d wounded her. “So long as I still remain enamored of you, you’ll stay quite steadily in my brother’s favor. Truly, these little torments are for your own good. If you didn’t let me torment you, I probably wouldn’t like you.”
She grinned, teasing, though there was some truth in her words. There was a sadistic streak in the princess, untempered by her birth and those surrounding her. Highborn with her whims constantly indulged, that little streak had been cultivated into something rather advantageous for her position in Court, but detrimental to forming deeper attachments. Luckily for her, her fiancé seemed to respond to it instead of shy away from it, though whether that was lucky for him would remain to be seen.
Lips capturing his again, her tongue probed its away to his, dancing and caressing in an increasingly passionate rhythm that left her breathless and wanting. Her hand moved further down his body, roaming briefly over the firmness of his rear before clutching tightly at his hip. Pulling away with a ragged breath, she offered a deceptively sweet smile and kissed his cheek instead. Her look was devious when she pulled away, extricating herself from under his body and moving back to her feet.
Smoothing the skirt of her chiton, she quickly regained her composure, shoulders back and spine straight as she walked over to a tray set up near her bed. Calm hands poured two glasses of red wine from the chilled decanter, carefully hiding her amusement as she offered one his way.
“Wine?” she asked innocently, taking a sip of her own with a dark glitter in her eye. “It’s a new import from Taengea. Quite good, though a bit fruitier than the last.”
Keikelius was honestly content to remain hovering over her, peppering her skin with soft kisses and attempting to quell his wants. The very wants he was trying to avoid falling into the trap of. He knew that once they fell into that habit, things would not slow down. They could end up the topic of gossip or Circenia could end up with child before their marriage was official.
This was something that he could not have. Not at all. His goal was to keep her close, get to know her more and more, and encourage their relationship to a point where neither of them would be content if the other left. He was already constantly counting the days, the hours, the minutes, the moments until he could see her again.
"Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day," Keikelius mused easily, shifting to lay on his back on the stone once she shifted out from beneath him. He pretended that the stone was comfortable, pillowing his hands behind his head and letting his hazel eyes follow her as she straightened her skirts and wandered through her room.
He also eyed her proximity to the bed and decided that he should stay on the floor instead of giving her more fodder to drag him in with. Keikelius was quite sure that he would give in if she begged enough. Demanded enough. He was a man and he was weak when it came to her. They were such a vibrant and clear match for one another. Keikelius crossed one leg over the other, giving the impression of calm and relaxation.
"Wine would be wonderful," he mused, "but alas I have found myself stuck on the floor," he excused himself with an equally casual shrug. Then he seemed to debate as he glanced about the room, "Did you do all of the decorating yourself, princess? Or must I hire someone to decorate our home after we marry? That reminds me... I have my eye on the perfect manor in the city," the young Baron mused, "And I'm more than sure that you will be pleased with the province that shall become our second home," he thought this as good a time as any to ramble about logistics.
It would be better for the two of them to be on the same level when considering their future. They clearly needed to agree on things or else there could be fights later on. He didn't move from the floor and his gaze landed right back on her, a smirk turning the corners of his lips. "You shall, of course, have as much as you need to furnish the spaces to your liking. If we shall be living together we might as well do it correctly, yes?" Of course, things would likely be different for her once they married. She would be the lady of their home and have nearly full control over the staff and the internal functioning. In addition, the entire home would belong to them instead of the current King... her brother.
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Keikelius was honestly content to remain hovering over her, peppering her skin with soft kisses and attempting to quell his wants. The very wants he was trying to avoid falling into the trap of. He knew that once they fell into that habit, things would not slow down. They could end up the topic of gossip or Circenia could end up with child before their marriage was official.
This was something that he could not have. Not at all. His goal was to keep her close, get to know her more and more, and encourage their relationship to a point where neither of them would be content if the other left. He was already constantly counting the days, the hours, the minutes, the moments until he could see her again.
"Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day," Keikelius mused easily, shifting to lay on his back on the stone once she shifted out from beneath him. He pretended that the stone was comfortable, pillowing his hands behind his head and letting his hazel eyes follow her as she straightened her skirts and wandered through her room.
He also eyed her proximity to the bed and decided that he should stay on the floor instead of giving her more fodder to drag him in with. Keikelius was quite sure that he would give in if she begged enough. Demanded enough. He was a man and he was weak when it came to her. They were such a vibrant and clear match for one another. Keikelius crossed one leg over the other, giving the impression of calm and relaxation.
"Wine would be wonderful," he mused, "but alas I have found myself stuck on the floor," he excused himself with an equally casual shrug. Then he seemed to debate as he glanced about the room, "Did you do all of the decorating yourself, princess? Or must I hire someone to decorate our home after we marry? That reminds me... I have my eye on the perfect manor in the city," the young Baron mused, "And I'm more than sure that you will be pleased with the province that shall become our second home," he thought this as good a time as any to ramble about logistics.
It would be better for the two of them to be on the same level when considering their future. They clearly needed to agree on things or else there could be fights later on. He didn't move from the floor and his gaze landed right back on her, a smirk turning the corners of his lips. "You shall, of course, have as much as you need to furnish the spaces to your liking. If we shall be living together we might as well do it correctly, yes?" Of course, things would likely be different for her once they married. She would be the lady of their home and have nearly full control over the staff and the internal functioning. In addition, the entire home would belong to them instead of the current King... her brother.
Keikelius was honestly content to remain hovering over her, peppering her skin with soft kisses and attempting to quell his wants. The very wants he was trying to avoid falling into the trap of. He knew that once they fell into that habit, things would not slow down. They could end up the topic of gossip or Circenia could end up with child before their marriage was official.
This was something that he could not have. Not at all. His goal was to keep her close, get to know her more and more, and encourage their relationship to a point where neither of them would be content if the other left. He was already constantly counting the days, the hours, the minutes, the moments until he could see her again.
"Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day," Keikelius mused easily, shifting to lay on his back on the stone once she shifted out from beneath him. He pretended that the stone was comfortable, pillowing his hands behind his head and letting his hazel eyes follow her as she straightened her skirts and wandered through her room.
He also eyed her proximity to the bed and decided that he should stay on the floor instead of giving her more fodder to drag him in with. Keikelius was quite sure that he would give in if she begged enough. Demanded enough. He was a man and he was weak when it came to her. They were such a vibrant and clear match for one another. Keikelius crossed one leg over the other, giving the impression of calm and relaxation.
"Wine would be wonderful," he mused, "but alas I have found myself stuck on the floor," he excused himself with an equally casual shrug. Then he seemed to debate as he glanced about the room, "Did you do all of the decorating yourself, princess? Or must I hire someone to decorate our home after we marry? That reminds me... I have my eye on the perfect manor in the city," the young Baron mused, "And I'm more than sure that you will be pleased with the province that shall become our second home," he thought this as good a time as any to ramble about logistics.
It would be better for the two of them to be on the same level when considering their future. They clearly needed to agree on things or else there could be fights later on. He didn't move from the floor and his gaze landed right back on her, a smirk turning the corners of his lips. "You shall, of course, have as much as you need to furnish the spaces to your liking. If we shall be living together we might as well do it correctly, yes?" Of course, things would likely be different for her once they married. She would be the lady of their home and have nearly full control over the staff and the internal functioning. In addition, the entire home would belong to them instead of the current King... her brother.
Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day.
The princess smiled over at the man on the floor, pouring a second glass of wine before returning to the klismos he lay next to. “I can’t imagine anyone else now,” she murmured, her face softening and voice unwontedly sweet as she handed the extra glass down to where he reclined on the floor. Truly, she couldn’t. Circenia had never been as enamored of anyone as she was of Keikelius, and she couldn’t even conceive of having these same feelings for another man. There was something about his cool demeanor and the fire that simmered beneath that made her weak, that had arrested her attention more thoroughly than she ever would have dreamed.
When he asked if she’d decorated the room herself, she smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her own Taengean red. “I did,” she affirmed proudly, looking around at the drapings, the rugs, the little statues and vases that tastefully brought the space to life. “Or, well, I picked out the décor and directed where it should go,” she amended with a smirk. As if she would ever lower herself to such menial labor. “The slaves did the rest.”
Stretching out across the klismos so that she could lounge more comfortably, she propped her head on her hand so she could look down at Keikelius more fully. “You like my taste, then?” she asked with a smile, setting her glass of wine to the side so she could reach down to run her fingertips lightly across his arm. “Because obviously you’re not getting away from it.” Grinning, Circenia tangled her fingers in his. “But no, you won’t need to hire a decorator. Just make sure we have plenty of men to move things around. Because that, I’m afraid I won’t be doing.”
She tilted her head curiously as he spoke of their new home, wondering what exactly he’d found. That was one of the things she’d worried about going into any marriage. Circenia was a princess who’d lived in the lap of luxury her entire life, a luxury she heavily indulged in and greatly enjoyed. How could she go from living in a palace to anywhere else and remain content? She knew the Stravos family was very rich, rich enough to rival the Xanthos themselves, and it was one of the main reasons she had agreed to meet with Keikelius in the first place. It was pure good fortune that, in addition to being fabulously wealthy, he had everything else she’d never knew she wanted in a man.
“Where is this new manor?” she asked, lightly squeezing his hand before trailing her fingers back up his arm. “Will you take me to see it?”
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Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day.
The princess smiled over at the man on the floor, pouring a second glass of wine before returning to the klismos he lay next to. “I can’t imagine anyone else now,” she murmured, her face softening and voice unwontedly sweet as she handed the extra glass down to where he reclined on the floor. Truly, she couldn’t. Circenia had never been as enamored of anyone as she was of Keikelius, and she couldn’t even conceive of having these same feelings for another man. There was something about his cool demeanor and the fire that simmered beneath that made her weak, that had arrested her attention more thoroughly than she ever would have dreamed.
When he asked if she’d decorated the room herself, she smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her own Taengean red. “I did,” she affirmed proudly, looking around at the drapings, the rugs, the little statues and vases that tastefully brought the space to life. “Or, well, I picked out the décor and directed where it should go,” she amended with a smirk. As if she would ever lower herself to such menial labor. “The slaves did the rest.”
Stretching out across the klismos so that she could lounge more comfortably, she propped her head on her hand so she could look down at Keikelius more fully. “You like my taste, then?” she asked with a smile, setting her glass of wine to the side so she could reach down to run her fingertips lightly across his arm. “Because obviously you’re not getting away from it.” Grinning, Circenia tangled her fingers in his. “But no, you won’t need to hire a decorator. Just make sure we have plenty of men to move things around. Because that, I’m afraid I won’t be doing.”
She tilted her head curiously as he spoke of their new home, wondering what exactly he’d found. That was one of the things she’d worried about going into any marriage. Circenia was a princess who’d lived in the lap of luxury her entire life, a luxury she heavily indulged in and greatly enjoyed. How could she go from living in a palace to anywhere else and remain content? She knew the Stravos family was very rich, rich enough to rival the Xanthos themselves, and it was one of the main reasons she had agreed to meet with Keikelius in the first place. It was pure good fortune that, in addition to being fabulously wealthy, he had everything else she’d never knew she wanted in a man.
“Where is this new manor?” she asked, lightly squeezing his hand before trailing her fingers back up his arm. “Will you take me to see it?”
Well then, princess, I pray that you stay enamored with me from this day to our last day.
The princess smiled over at the man on the floor, pouring a second glass of wine before returning to the klismos he lay next to. “I can’t imagine anyone else now,” she murmured, her face softening and voice unwontedly sweet as she handed the extra glass down to where he reclined on the floor. Truly, she couldn’t. Circenia had never been as enamored of anyone as she was of Keikelius, and she couldn’t even conceive of having these same feelings for another man. There was something about his cool demeanor and the fire that simmered beneath that made her weak, that had arrested her attention more thoroughly than she ever would have dreamed.
When he asked if she’d decorated the room herself, she smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her own Taengean red. “I did,” she affirmed proudly, looking around at the drapings, the rugs, the little statues and vases that tastefully brought the space to life. “Or, well, I picked out the décor and directed where it should go,” she amended with a smirk. As if she would ever lower herself to such menial labor. “The slaves did the rest.”
Stretching out across the klismos so that she could lounge more comfortably, she propped her head on her hand so she could look down at Keikelius more fully. “You like my taste, then?” she asked with a smile, setting her glass of wine to the side so she could reach down to run her fingertips lightly across his arm. “Because obviously you’re not getting away from it.” Grinning, Circenia tangled her fingers in his. “But no, you won’t need to hire a decorator. Just make sure we have plenty of men to move things around. Because that, I’m afraid I won’t be doing.”
She tilted her head curiously as he spoke of their new home, wondering what exactly he’d found. That was one of the things she’d worried about going into any marriage. Circenia was a princess who’d lived in the lap of luxury her entire life, a luxury she heavily indulged in and greatly enjoyed. How could she go from living in a palace to anywhere else and remain content? She knew the Stravos family was very rich, rich enough to rival the Xanthos themselves, and it was one of the main reasons she had agreed to meet with Keikelius in the first place. It was pure good fortune that, in addition to being fabulously wealthy, he had everything else she’d never knew she wanted in a man.
“Where is this new manor?” she asked, lightly squeezing his hand before trailing her fingers back up his arm. “Will you take me to see it?”
Keikelius’ gaze followed her along the entire length of the floor. Her words curled warm affection in his chest and his dark gaze conveyed such feelings without having to say a word. It was amazing how quickly he had come to favor the princess. It hadn't been difficult to build a like for the woman and he might even have admitted that he was enamoured. But only to her face. To anyone else, including her brother, it was none of their business how he felt about Circenia. He could have hated hee, and they still would have had to smile and pretend to be happy because the princess had made a wealthy and respectable match.
The two of them were simply lucky to have struck such a wildly perfect balance with each other. "I must admit that I am pleased to hear such a sentiment from your lips," Keikelius hummed, relaxing further into the stone as his fiance approached him with a cup. He sat up just enough to take it from her, taking a slow sip and savoring the flavor on her tongue. It was what he imagined her to taste like, when he would finally get her under his tongue. For now, he was pleased to play the game. To wait. To toy with her.
Taking another slow glance around the room as Circenia settled onto the lounge above him, he arched an eyebrow. "I will admit that I have no preference for decorating. Lavish or simple, it does not matter. However, I am equally aware that appearances are everything and that our home must be both immaculate and a sight to behold," Keikelius said eloquently, "So, yes, I do like your taste," he replied with a comfortable ease, fixing his gaze on her once more. His gaze dropped to her lips and he smiled a little. "Don't worry. I will not make you lift a finger, my princess."
"It is an older, yet lavish manor in the upper edges of the city. Close to the Palati, so you may be in close proximity to both of your homes," Keikelius said easily, arching an eyebrow once more and setting his cup onto the stone beside him. "I would be pleased to take you to see it once I have negotiated the price and the home is entirely in my name. But not before. I feel it would ruin the surprise if you saw it so soon before the wedding," Keikelius teased, "I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…"
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Keikelius’ gaze followed her along the entire length of the floor. Her words curled warm affection in his chest and his dark gaze conveyed such feelings without having to say a word. It was amazing how quickly he had come to favor the princess. It hadn't been difficult to build a like for the woman and he might even have admitted that he was enamoured. But only to her face. To anyone else, including her brother, it was none of their business how he felt about Circenia. He could have hated hee, and they still would have had to smile and pretend to be happy because the princess had made a wealthy and respectable match.
The two of them were simply lucky to have struck such a wildly perfect balance with each other. "I must admit that I am pleased to hear such a sentiment from your lips," Keikelius hummed, relaxing further into the stone as his fiance approached him with a cup. He sat up just enough to take it from her, taking a slow sip and savoring the flavor on her tongue. It was what he imagined her to taste like, when he would finally get her under his tongue. For now, he was pleased to play the game. To wait. To toy with her.
Taking another slow glance around the room as Circenia settled onto the lounge above him, he arched an eyebrow. "I will admit that I have no preference for decorating. Lavish or simple, it does not matter. However, I am equally aware that appearances are everything and that our home must be both immaculate and a sight to behold," Keikelius said eloquently, "So, yes, I do like your taste," he replied with a comfortable ease, fixing his gaze on her once more. His gaze dropped to her lips and he smiled a little. "Don't worry. I will not make you lift a finger, my princess."
"It is an older, yet lavish manor in the upper edges of the city. Close to the Palati, so you may be in close proximity to both of your homes," Keikelius said easily, arching an eyebrow once more and setting his cup onto the stone beside him. "I would be pleased to take you to see it once I have negotiated the price and the home is entirely in my name. But not before. I feel it would ruin the surprise if you saw it so soon before the wedding," Keikelius teased, "I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…"
Keikelius’ gaze followed her along the entire length of the floor. Her words curled warm affection in his chest and his dark gaze conveyed such feelings without having to say a word. It was amazing how quickly he had come to favor the princess. It hadn't been difficult to build a like for the woman and he might even have admitted that he was enamoured. But only to her face. To anyone else, including her brother, it was none of their business how he felt about Circenia. He could have hated hee, and they still would have had to smile and pretend to be happy because the princess had made a wealthy and respectable match.
The two of them were simply lucky to have struck such a wildly perfect balance with each other. "I must admit that I am pleased to hear such a sentiment from your lips," Keikelius hummed, relaxing further into the stone as his fiance approached him with a cup. He sat up just enough to take it from her, taking a slow sip and savoring the flavor on her tongue. It was what he imagined her to taste like, when he would finally get her under his tongue. For now, he was pleased to play the game. To wait. To toy with her.
Taking another slow glance around the room as Circenia settled onto the lounge above him, he arched an eyebrow. "I will admit that I have no preference for decorating. Lavish or simple, it does not matter. However, I am equally aware that appearances are everything and that our home must be both immaculate and a sight to behold," Keikelius said eloquently, "So, yes, I do like your taste," he replied with a comfortable ease, fixing his gaze on her once more. His gaze dropped to her lips and he smiled a little. "Don't worry. I will not make you lift a finger, my princess."
"It is an older, yet lavish manor in the upper edges of the city. Close to the Palati, so you may be in close proximity to both of your homes," Keikelius said easily, arching an eyebrow once more and setting his cup onto the stone beside him. "I would be pleased to take you to see it once I have negotiated the price and the home is entirely in my name. But not before. I feel it would ruin the surprise if you saw it so soon before the wedding," Keikelius teased, "I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…"
Circenia visibly preened as he complimented her taste in décor, a slow smile curling her lips while he spoke. He could be lying in order to flatter her, but somehow, she doubted it. The young woman had always been adept in ascertaining people’s emotions and intentions, and nothing she read in Keikelius betrayed any falsehood. Normally, she wouldn’t even really care if someone lied to her, so long as they used the right words in the right tone. But it was different for her fiancé; with Keikelius, she found she wanted his words to actually mean something more than empty praise.
Lifting a brow when he explained that she would not be allowed to see their manor before the wedding, she huffed indignantly. “Is that so?” There was a haughty tone to the princess’s speech, the intonation of a woman who rarely heard the word ‘no.’ “What if I don’t like it, hm? Would you condemn me to live in a home that isn’t to my taste?” Her words were half teasing, half sincere. To a certain extent, she trusted the man laying on the floor next to her to provide her with a proper home, but he’d just admitted himself he had little taste for such things. How would he know what to look for? If the rooms were the proper size? He could be leading her into a disaster, and neither of them would be any the wiser until it was too late.
I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…
At that, Circenia softened, even deigning to laugh. Her face took on a suggestive cast, smirking down at the stoic man she was soon to wed. “I rather think they’ll have quite a bit of purpose already, don’t you?” Lest he not catch her meaning, her hand drifted lightly down his chest to stop at his waistline, light eyes meeting his with a mischievous sparkle. “After all, we’ll soon need an heir, won’t we?” Winking, she withdrew her hand and leaned back, taking an innocent sip of her wine.
Sighing, she returned to the matter at hand. “I suppose, if you insist on it being a secret, I must comply. But gods help you if I don’t like it, after all. You’ll not even be able to number the times I’ll say ‘I told you so.’”
Then again, Circenia was a princess of Athenia. If she wanted to find out where this manor was and assess it herself, she had no doubt that she could. The question was—was she content to leave it as a surprise? Or would she snoop, just like she always did?
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Circenia visibly preened as he complimented her taste in décor, a slow smile curling her lips while he spoke. He could be lying in order to flatter her, but somehow, she doubted it. The young woman had always been adept in ascertaining people’s emotions and intentions, and nothing she read in Keikelius betrayed any falsehood. Normally, she wouldn’t even really care if someone lied to her, so long as they used the right words in the right tone. But it was different for her fiancé; with Keikelius, she found she wanted his words to actually mean something more than empty praise.
Lifting a brow when he explained that she would not be allowed to see their manor before the wedding, she huffed indignantly. “Is that so?” There was a haughty tone to the princess’s speech, the intonation of a woman who rarely heard the word ‘no.’ “What if I don’t like it, hm? Would you condemn me to live in a home that isn’t to my taste?” Her words were half teasing, half sincere. To a certain extent, she trusted the man laying on the floor next to her to provide her with a proper home, but he’d just admitted himself he had little taste for such things. How would he know what to look for? If the rooms were the proper size? He could be leading her into a disaster, and neither of them would be any the wiser until it was too late.
I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…
At that, Circenia softened, even deigning to laugh. Her face took on a suggestive cast, smirking down at the stoic man she was soon to wed. “I rather think they’ll have quite a bit of purpose already, don’t you?” Lest he not catch her meaning, her hand drifted lightly down his chest to stop at his waistline, light eyes meeting his with a mischievous sparkle. “After all, we’ll soon need an heir, won’t we?” Winking, she withdrew her hand and leaned back, taking an innocent sip of her wine.
Sighing, she returned to the matter at hand. “I suppose, if you insist on it being a secret, I must comply. But gods help you if I don’t like it, after all. You’ll not even be able to number the times I’ll say ‘I told you so.’”
Then again, Circenia was a princess of Athenia. If she wanted to find out where this manor was and assess it herself, she had no doubt that she could. The question was—was she content to leave it as a surprise? Or would she snoop, just like she always did?
Circenia visibly preened as he complimented her taste in décor, a slow smile curling her lips while he spoke. He could be lying in order to flatter her, but somehow, she doubted it. The young woman had always been adept in ascertaining people’s emotions and intentions, and nothing she read in Keikelius betrayed any falsehood. Normally, she wouldn’t even really care if someone lied to her, so long as they used the right words in the right tone. But it was different for her fiancé; with Keikelius, she found she wanted his words to actually mean something more than empty praise.
Lifting a brow when he explained that she would not be allowed to see their manor before the wedding, she huffed indignantly. “Is that so?” There was a haughty tone to the princess’s speech, the intonation of a woman who rarely heard the word ‘no.’ “What if I don’t like it, hm? Would you condemn me to live in a home that isn’t to my taste?” Her words were half teasing, half sincere. To a certain extent, she trusted the man laying on the floor next to her to provide her with a proper home, but he’d just admitted himself he had little taste for such things. How would he know what to look for? If the rooms were the proper size? He could be leading her into a disaster, and neither of them would be any the wiser until it was too late.
I want your first days as a new bride to have some purpose, after all…
At that, Circenia softened, even deigning to laugh. Her face took on a suggestive cast, smirking down at the stoic man she was soon to wed. “I rather think they’ll have quite a bit of purpose already, don’t you?” Lest he not catch her meaning, her hand drifted lightly down his chest to stop at his waistline, light eyes meeting his with a mischievous sparkle. “After all, we’ll soon need an heir, won’t we?” Winking, she withdrew her hand and leaned back, taking an innocent sip of her wine.
Sighing, she returned to the matter at hand. “I suppose, if you insist on it being a secret, I must comply. But gods help you if I don’t like it, after all. You’ll not even be able to number the times I’ll say ‘I told you so.’”
Then again, Circenia was a princess of Athenia. If she wanted to find out where this manor was and assess it herself, she had no doubt that she could. The question was—was she content to leave it as a surprise? Or would she snoop, just like she always did?
The fact of the matter was that Keikelius was not a fake individual. He did not say things that people wanted to hear just to make them happy. Instead, he picked his wins and he picked his losses. A clever mind, a sharp mind, was so very vital in his position. As a young baron, he had a lot to do to prove himself to the Senate. This meant continued shows of humility and visible learning experiences.
Complimenting his fiance was not an exercise in mincing words. His entire fascade was not such. It was pure, complete honesty and he had high hopes that she recognized the fact that he was not being untruthful in the slightest. He was not going to lie to her just to see that smirk light up her features. He was going to flatter her because he was honest about what he felt. She was a light in his life that he had not expected to find at such a young age, or ever, for that matter. But the two of them had been suitably mached from the moment that they met, working around each other like two sides of the same drachma.
The gaze that he levelled at her showed that he was being genuine. A small smile lit his own lips, a highly uncharacteristic act unless he was being entirely honest with himself. This woman made him happy, and Keikelius was more than pleased that she had agreed to marry him. They were a match of the highest caliber and he was not about to let her slip from between his fingers. This was the woman he wanted by his side for the rest of his life, no matter where their lives dragged them after their wedding ceremony.
Lifting an eyebrow at Circenia, Keikelius seemed to relax more into the stone, even pillowing his hands behind his head and watching her with an amused glint in his eye. "I like to think that I know you well enough to know that you will love your new home," Keikelius said with a smirk. "I'm sure you've seen it before, probably rode past it multiple times in your life. I'll give you a hint, my dear," Keikelius added, "Our home together is at the center of the inner circle of the city. An old concert hall that has seen no love or light for quite a while, but is currently being reworked inside and out to my exact needs and what I percieve will be your exact wants of a home run by a well-respected princess," his words were entirely for the purpose of both exciting and flattering her.
"To keep things a little short, I am extremely sure that our home will be to your taste, my princess," the words were hummed with a low bravado that seemed to crackle through the room. He was focused on the way that she seemed to be watching him, witnessing the way that she leaned toward him in order to put her hand on him.
Against his chest, the warmth of her palm seemed to slide down low until it stopped at his waistline. He was forced to close his eyes against the stirring of desire that once more trailed up his spine. Shifting a little and breathing out a levelled sigh, the man pulled his hands from beneath his head in order to rub his face. The back of his skull rested against cold stone. Such was an attempt to keep his suddenly fleeting composure in the face of constant taunting. There was a mixture of want and need in his gaze when he pulled his hands away from his face, fixing her with a firm gaze once more. "We shall break in each room of the home, I'm sure," Keikelius mused in a measured tone, "Especially with the way that you seem to want to..."
Keikelius sat up slowly, crawling more toward her with a playful glint in his eye. His fingers trailed the base of her ankles when he placed himself in front of her. Then his fingers dragged slowly up the sides of her calves, silently marveling at the flesh hidden beneath her gown. His fingertips trailed only as far as her knees as he lifted himself to his own, smirking up at her as he leaned in a bit. Tall he was, but he was only able to reach the soft angle of her jaw with his lips from his position. "Tease me," he finally finished his comment, his voice a near whisper against her skin. "Watch yourself, my princess," the Stravos lord said delicately. "You must remember that I am still a man and it takes everything in me not to put you on your back when you tempt me beyond any sense of propriety or reason," Kiekelius warned.
His hands seemed to linger on her flesh, his gaze locked to hers. Leaning back just slightly, he smiled sweetly, "Put your wine down," it was not an order, nor a suggestion. It was a declaration of a want. "We have the advantage of darkness Circenia. Let us not squander it with talk we are able to hold in the daylight hours and under the watchful eye of chaperones," a chuckle broke past his lips and he pulled his hands away from her skin, sitting up fully. To accentuate his point, he carefully removed her cup from her hand, placing it on the table beside the chaise she had settled on.
Keikelius' smile turned wolfish and one hand trailed into her curls, an attempt to encourage her more toward him. "Let me taste the wine on your lips," this time, he did order her, seeming to show that he delighted in this game he was starting between them. "You can tell me you told you so if I'm wrong, but I highly doubt I am. I take my being right completely seriously," Keikelius challenged his fiance with a soft brush of his lips against hers.
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The fact of the matter was that Keikelius was not a fake individual. He did not say things that people wanted to hear just to make them happy. Instead, he picked his wins and he picked his losses. A clever mind, a sharp mind, was so very vital in his position. As a young baron, he had a lot to do to prove himself to the Senate. This meant continued shows of humility and visible learning experiences.
Complimenting his fiance was not an exercise in mincing words. His entire fascade was not such. It was pure, complete honesty and he had high hopes that she recognized the fact that he was not being untruthful in the slightest. He was not going to lie to her just to see that smirk light up her features. He was going to flatter her because he was honest about what he felt. She was a light in his life that he had not expected to find at such a young age, or ever, for that matter. But the two of them had been suitably mached from the moment that they met, working around each other like two sides of the same drachma.
The gaze that he levelled at her showed that he was being genuine. A small smile lit his own lips, a highly uncharacteristic act unless he was being entirely honest with himself. This woman made him happy, and Keikelius was more than pleased that she had agreed to marry him. They were a match of the highest caliber and he was not about to let her slip from between his fingers. This was the woman he wanted by his side for the rest of his life, no matter where their lives dragged them after their wedding ceremony.
Lifting an eyebrow at Circenia, Keikelius seemed to relax more into the stone, even pillowing his hands behind his head and watching her with an amused glint in his eye. "I like to think that I know you well enough to know that you will love your new home," Keikelius said with a smirk. "I'm sure you've seen it before, probably rode past it multiple times in your life. I'll give you a hint, my dear," Keikelius added, "Our home together is at the center of the inner circle of the city. An old concert hall that has seen no love or light for quite a while, but is currently being reworked inside and out to my exact needs and what I percieve will be your exact wants of a home run by a well-respected princess," his words were entirely for the purpose of both exciting and flattering her.
"To keep things a little short, I am extremely sure that our home will be to your taste, my princess," the words were hummed with a low bravado that seemed to crackle through the room. He was focused on the way that she seemed to be watching him, witnessing the way that she leaned toward him in order to put her hand on him.
Against his chest, the warmth of her palm seemed to slide down low until it stopped at his waistline. He was forced to close his eyes against the stirring of desire that once more trailed up his spine. Shifting a little and breathing out a levelled sigh, the man pulled his hands from beneath his head in order to rub his face. The back of his skull rested against cold stone. Such was an attempt to keep his suddenly fleeting composure in the face of constant taunting. There was a mixture of want and need in his gaze when he pulled his hands away from his face, fixing her with a firm gaze once more. "We shall break in each room of the home, I'm sure," Keikelius mused in a measured tone, "Especially with the way that you seem to want to..."
Keikelius sat up slowly, crawling more toward her with a playful glint in his eye. His fingers trailed the base of her ankles when he placed himself in front of her. Then his fingers dragged slowly up the sides of her calves, silently marveling at the flesh hidden beneath her gown. His fingertips trailed only as far as her knees as he lifted himself to his own, smirking up at her as he leaned in a bit. Tall he was, but he was only able to reach the soft angle of her jaw with his lips from his position. "Tease me," he finally finished his comment, his voice a near whisper against her skin. "Watch yourself, my princess," the Stravos lord said delicately. "You must remember that I am still a man and it takes everything in me not to put you on your back when you tempt me beyond any sense of propriety or reason," Kiekelius warned.
His hands seemed to linger on her flesh, his gaze locked to hers. Leaning back just slightly, he smiled sweetly, "Put your wine down," it was not an order, nor a suggestion. It was a declaration of a want. "We have the advantage of darkness Circenia. Let us not squander it with talk we are able to hold in the daylight hours and under the watchful eye of chaperones," a chuckle broke past his lips and he pulled his hands away from her skin, sitting up fully. To accentuate his point, he carefully removed her cup from her hand, placing it on the table beside the chaise she had settled on.
Keikelius' smile turned wolfish and one hand trailed into her curls, an attempt to encourage her more toward him. "Let me taste the wine on your lips," this time, he did order her, seeming to show that he delighted in this game he was starting between them. "You can tell me you told you so if I'm wrong, but I highly doubt I am. I take my being right completely seriously," Keikelius challenged his fiance with a soft brush of his lips against hers.
The fact of the matter was that Keikelius was not a fake individual. He did not say things that people wanted to hear just to make them happy. Instead, he picked his wins and he picked his losses. A clever mind, a sharp mind, was so very vital in his position. As a young baron, he had a lot to do to prove himself to the Senate. This meant continued shows of humility and visible learning experiences.
Complimenting his fiance was not an exercise in mincing words. His entire fascade was not such. It was pure, complete honesty and he had high hopes that she recognized the fact that he was not being untruthful in the slightest. He was not going to lie to her just to see that smirk light up her features. He was going to flatter her because he was honest about what he felt. She was a light in his life that he had not expected to find at such a young age, or ever, for that matter. But the two of them had been suitably mached from the moment that they met, working around each other like two sides of the same drachma.
The gaze that he levelled at her showed that he was being genuine. A small smile lit his own lips, a highly uncharacteristic act unless he was being entirely honest with himself. This woman made him happy, and Keikelius was more than pleased that she had agreed to marry him. They were a match of the highest caliber and he was not about to let her slip from between his fingers. This was the woman he wanted by his side for the rest of his life, no matter where their lives dragged them after their wedding ceremony.
Lifting an eyebrow at Circenia, Keikelius seemed to relax more into the stone, even pillowing his hands behind his head and watching her with an amused glint in his eye. "I like to think that I know you well enough to know that you will love your new home," Keikelius said with a smirk. "I'm sure you've seen it before, probably rode past it multiple times in your life. I'll give you a hint, my dear," Keikelius added, "Our home together is at the center of the inner circle of the city. An old concert hall that has seen no love or light for quite a while, but is currently being reworked inside and out to my exact needs and what I percieve will be your exact wants of a home run by a well-respected princess," his words were entirely for the purpose of both exciting and flattering her.
"To keep things a little short, I am extremely sure that our home will be to your taste, my princess," the words were hummed with a low bravado that seemed to crackle through the room. He was focused on the way that she seemed to be watching him, witnessing the way that she leaned toward him in order to put her hand on him.
Against his chest, the warmth of her palm seemed to slide down low until it stopped at his waistline. He was forced to close his eyes against the stirring of desire that once more trailed up his spine. Shifting a little and breathing out a levelled sigh, the man pulled his hands from beneath his head in order to rub his face. The back of his skull rested against cold stone. Such was an attempt to keep his suddenly fleeting composure in the face of constant taunting. There was a mixture of want and need in his gaze when he pulled his hands away from his face, fixing her with a firm gaze once more. "We shall break in each room of the home, I'm sure," Keikelius mused in a measured tone, "Especially with the way that you seem to want to..."
Keikelius sat up slowly, crawling more toward her with a playful glint in his eye. His fingers trailed the base of her ankles when he placed himself in front of her. Then his fingers dragged slowly up the sides of her calves, silently marveling at the flesh hidden beneath her gown. His fingertips trailed only as far as her knees as he lifted himself to his own, smirking up at her as he leaned in a bit. Tall he was, but he was only able to reach the soft angle of her jaw with his lips from his position. "Tease me," he finally finished his comment, his voice a near whisper against her skin. "Watch yourself, my princess," the Stravos lord said delicately. "You must remember that I am still a man and it takes everything in me not to put you on your back when you tempt me beyond any sense of propriety or reason," Kiekelius warned.
His hands seemed to linger on her flesh, his gaze locked to hers. Leaning back just slightly, he smiled sweetly, "Put your wine down," it was not an order, nor a suggestion. It was a declaration of a want. "We have the advantage of darkness Circenia. Let us not squander it with talk we are able to hold in the daylight hours and under the watchful eye of chaperones," a chuckle broke past his lips and he pulled his hands away from her skin, sitting up fully. To accentuate his point, he carefully removed her cup from her hand, placing it on the table beside the chaise she had settled on.
Keikelius' smile turned wolfish and one hand trailed into her curls, an attempt to encourage her more toward him. "Let me taste the wine on your lips," this time, he did order her, seeming to show that he delighted in this game he was starting between them. "You can tell me you told you so if I'm wrong, but I highly doubt I am. I take my being right completely seriously," Keikelius challenged his fiance with a soft brush of his lips against hers.
Circenia listened to Keikelius describe what was to be their new home, an indulgent smile lingering about her lips. A revamped concert hall? That was an… interesting proposition, and she wasn’t entirely sure how such a place could be converted into a house instead. But, for Keikelius, she was willing to be patient and see. Something about the assured way he spoke instilled confidence in her, as well, and while she was prone to doubting others, she couldn’t find it in herself to doubt him.
“I suppose I’ll trust you… for now,” the princess teased, watching the man’s visceral response to her tantalizing touches with pale, intense eyes. She loved to watch him squirm, to see the flush of arousal coloring his cheeks, the clenching of his jaw when he fought to resist his basest of urges. It was a particularly wicked pleasure that she took in it, something that bespoke her character in a way that almost too on the nose. There was a touch of the sadistic in Circenia, even if Keikelius was about the last person in the world she wanted to hurt. But she couldn’t stop the shiver of desire that sidled down her spine as she watched the changes flicker over his face.
Answering shivers danced across her skin when he returned with a bit of teasing of his own, the barest touch of his fingers sliding up her legs while he nestled in under her jaw. A soft exhale of breath and a flutter of her lashes betrayed the lust he inspired in her, a spark igniting in her eyes when they met his. He wanted to play these games with her? Very well. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Her gaze trailed after the wine glass he took from her hands before flicking back to his face, lips curling into a catlike smirk. “Perhaps I’m hoping you’ll put me on my back, my darling Keikelius,” she purred, her fingertips trailing lightly along his jaw. She leaned in closer, closing her eyes briefly at the feel of his hand browsing through her hair. “What is propriety when we are already promised to each other? What need is there for virtue when it comes to the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with?”
Soft lips brushed over hers, Circenia groaning lightly into the kiss. She enjoyed this game as much as he did, if not more, and was only too eager to keep it going. Perhaps she would ‘tempt him beyond reason or propriety’ at last. She’d longed for it since that first time they’d met in a way she’d longed for no other man before. Fantasized about it in the nocturnal hours she laid alone before sleep. Now, he was well within her reach, and he was right—this was no time to squander their unchaperoned hours with talk. It was time for action.
“You’d better hope you are right,” the princess teased in return, voice low and simmering with a heat that would soon sear. “I’m not quite sure you understand just how smug I can be, my dear. You won’t hear the end of it for the next decade.”
And with that final statement, she went silent and focused her attention to other matters instead. His single fleeting kiss wasn’t enough for her, tangling her own hand in his hair and pulling his face back to hers. Circenia pressed her mouth to his with a fierce longing and a shuddering sound of desire while her free hand trailed down to his hip to pull him in even closer. Standing from the chaise she lounged on, her body melted into his while her lips demanded more, tongue flicking at the opening of Keikelius’s mouth with a wordless command she wouldn’t let him ignore.
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Circenia listened to Keikelius describe what was to be their new home, an indulgent smile lingering about her lips. A revamped concert hall? That was an… interesting proposition, and she wasn’t entirely sure how such a place could be converted into a house instead. But, for Keikelius, she was willing to be patient and see. Something about the assured way he spoke instilled confidence in her, as well, and while she was prone to doubting others, she couldn’t find it in herself to doubt him.
“I suppose I’ll trust you… for now,” the princess teased, watching the man’s visceral response to her tantalizing touches with pale, intense eyes. She loved to watch him squirm, to see the flush of arousal coloring his cheeks, the clenching of his jaw when he fought to resist his basest of urges. It was a particularly wicked pleasure that she took in it, something that bespoke her character in a way that almost too on the nose. There was a touch of the sadistic in Circenia, even if Keikelius was about the last person in the world she wanted to hurt. But she couldn’t stop the shiver of desire that sidled down her spine as she watched the changes flicker over his face.
Answering shivers danced across her skin when he returned with a bit of teasing of his own, the barest touch of his fingers sliding up her legs while he nestled in under her jaw. A soft exhale of breath and a flutter of her lashes betrayed the lust he inspired in her, a spark igniting in her eyes when they met his. He wanted to play these games with her? Very well. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Her gaze trailed after the wine glass he took from her hands before flicking back to his face, lips curling into a catlike smirk. “Perhaps I’m hoping you’ll put me on my back, my darling Keikelius,” she purred, her fingertips trailing lightly along his jaw. She leaned in closer, closing her eyes briefly at the feel of his hand browsing through her hair. “What is propriety when we are already promised to each other? What need is there for virtue when it comes to the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with?”
Soft lips brushed over hers, Circenia groaning lightly into the kiss. She enjoyed this game as much as he did, if not more, and was only too eager to keep it going. Perhaps she would ‘tempt him beyond reason or propriety’ at last. She’d longed for it since that first time they’d met in a way she’d longed for no other man before. Fantasized about it in the nocturnal hours she laid alone before sleep. Now, he was well within her reach, and he was right—this was no time to squander their unchaperoned hours with talk. It was time for action.
“You’d better hope you are right,” the princess teased in return, voice low and simmering with a heat that would soon sear. “I’m not quite sure you understand just how smug I can be, my dear. You won’t hear the end of it for the next decade.”
And with that final statement, she went silent and focused her attention to other matters instead. His single fleeting kiss wasn’t enough for her, tangling her own hand in his hair and pulling his face back to hers. Circenia pressed her mouth to his with a fierce longing and a shuddering sound of desire while her free hand trailed down to his hip to pull him in even closer. Standing from the chaise she lounged on, her body melted into his while her lips demanded more, tongue flicking at the opening of Keikelius’s mouth with a wordless command she wouldn’t let him ignore.
Circenia listened to Keikelius describe what was to be their new home, an indulgent smile lingering about her lips. A revamped concert hall? That was an… interesting proposition, and she wasn’t entirely sure how such a place could be converted into a house instead. But, for Keikelius, she was willing to be patient and see. Something about the assured way he spoke instilled confidence in her, as well, and while she was prone to doubting others, she couldn’t find it in herself to doubt him.
“I suppose I’ll trust you… for now,” the princess teased, watching the man’s visceral response to her tantalizing touches with pale, intense eyes. She loved to watch him squirm, to see the flush of arousal coloring his cheeks, the clenching of his jaw when he fought to resist his basest of urges. It was a particularly wicked pleasure that she took in it, something that bespoke her character in a way that almost too on the nose. There was a touch of the sadistic in Circenia, even if Keikelius was about the last person in the world she wanted to hurt. But she couldn’t stop the shiver of desire that sidled down her spine as she watched the changes flicker over his face.
Answering shivers danced across her skin when he returned with a bit of teasing of his own, the barest touch of his fingers sliding up her legs while he nestled in under her jaw. A soft exhale of breath and a flutter of her lashes betrayed the lust he inspired in her, a spark igniting in her eyes when they met his. He wanted to play these games with her? Very well. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Her gaze trailed after the wine glass he took from her hands before flicking back to his face, lips curling into a catlike smirk. “Perhaps I’m hoping you’ll put me on my back, my darling Keikelius,” she purred, her fingertips trailing lightly along his jaw. She leaned in closer, closing her eyes briefly at the feel of his hand browsing through her hair. “What is propriety when we are already promised to each other? What need is there for virtue when it comes to the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with?”
Soft lips brushed over hers, Circenia groaning lightly into the kiss. She enjoyed this game as much as he did, if not more, and was only too eager to keep it going. Perhaps she would ‘tempt him beyond reason or propriety’ at last. She’d longed for it since that first time they’d met in a way she’d longed for no other man before. Fantasized about it in the nocturnal hours she laid alone before sleep. Now, he was well within her reach, and he was right—this was no time to squander their unchaperoned hours with talk. It was time for action.
“You’d better hope you are right,” the princess teased in return, voice low and simmering with a heat that would soon sear. “I’m not quite sure you understand just how smug I can be, my dear. You won’t hear the end of it for the next decade.”
And with that final statement, she went silent and focused her attention to other matters instead. His single fleeting kiss wasn’t enough for her, tangling her own hand in his hair and pulling his face back to hers. Circenia pressed her mouth to his with a fierce longing and a shuddering sound of desire while her free hand trailed down to his hip to pull him in even closer. Standing from the chaise she lounged on, her body melted into his while her lips demanded more, tongue flicking at the opening of Keikelius’s mouth with a wordless command she wouldn’t let him ignore.
This woman brought out the very best of him. Even with his fingers drifting almost dangerously over her skin, against the hem of her gown. Keikelius still felt himself a better man for having found the princess. He had been nothing but a lower noble before she had accepted his proposal, and it still stunned him that she had done so at all. Wasn't her duty to accept the best possible match? Was he such a good match compared to the numerous other rich, high born royal nobles? What did that say about all of the men that had failed to take her hand as their own?
Or was Circenia just so headstrong that she wanted and needed to make the choice herself, even if he himself wasn't the highest-ranking family that she could attach herself to? The perk, Keikelius supposed, was that her addition to the family would bring royal blood into their line. Their children would be in line for a throne that the Stravos has never once been able to reach for with any sort of success. Until now. Briefly, he felt that intense spark of desire to truly put her on her back and give her everything they both wanted.
Circenia was right. They would have much to do after they were married. Getting to know every inch of her skin under both finger and tongue was one of those tasks. But even more exciting was the prospect of putting an heir in her womb. Male or female, Keikelius truly had no preference. Women were not celebrated, but if his daughters turned out half the women their mother was... Keikelius would be pleased beyond compare. There was that silent hope for a son, just as any man wished, but he was also pleased if they chose to take their time with things.
There would be much to learn and enjoy about each other. Adding children to the mix was a stark desire of the both of them, but if it did not happen right away, Keikelius was sure that neither of them would mind. The way they were so wrapped up in each other anyway would help to break that constant need.
Her words sent a further trail down his spine, and the man found himself needing to take a slow breath to calm his own desires. He wanted her beyond anything he'd wanted before. Women had never interested him in this way until she had sunk her claws into him. "I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me," Keikelius admitted honestly, a little bit of humor in his voice. "Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had," he hummed calmly. Everything about her screamed at the fact that she had at least a little bit of experience. Maybe more than he realized, not that he minded at all.
Honestly, the experience was a plus. It meant the two of them did not need to be either gentle or careful with one another. With his hand wound into her curls, the man groaned into her lips when she finally silenced the both of them. His arm wound around her waist and pulled her more fully onto his lap, his lips parting for her to introduce her tongue. His own brushed hers and he didn't even think about the pronounced aching of need between her legs. Nor did he think about the fact that him pulling her closer to his own him would allow her to feel just how much he wanted to give in.
Already, he was considering the ways he might be able to please her without giving her everything she wanted. His tongue dancing with hers made him think of how she might taste with his own dancing between her folds. In a strong, fluid motion, he was lifting both of them from the floor, both of his hands spreading against her ass and thighs to keep her hoisted against him. Never letting their kiss break, he walked them blindly back toward her bed, wondering he she would let him lay her on the edge and then bring her to an edge he'd been dreaming about in both his waking and sleeping hours. Maybe it would sate her desire and tendency to tempt and taunt him every chance that she found.
Keikelius found himself smirking against the kiss and then smirking more when he broke it to drop her back onto her own bed. His dark gaze was wicked and he considered his fiance silently, wanting to leave her guessing at his next move.
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This woman brought out the very best of him. Even with his fingers drifting almost dangerously over her skin, against the hem of her gown. Keikelius still felt himself a better man for having found the princess. He had been nothing but a lower noble before she had accepted his proposal, and it still stunned him that she had done so at all. Wasn't her duty to accept the best possible match? Was he such a good match compared to the numerous other rich, high born royal nobles? What did that say about all of the men that had failed to take her hand as their own?
Or was Circenia just so headstrong that she wanted and needed to make the choice herself, even if he himself wasn't the highest-ranking family that she could attach herself to? The perk, Keikelius supposed, was that her addition to the family would bring royal blood into their line. Their children would be in line for a throne that the Stravos has never once been able to reach for with any sort of success. Until now. Briefly, he felt that intense spark of desire to truly put her on her back and give her everything they both wanted.
Circenia was right. They would have much to do after they were married. Getting to know every inch of her skin under both finger and tongue was one of those tasks. But even more exciting was the prospect of putting an heir in her womb. Male or female, Keikelius truly had no preference. Women were not celebrated, but if his daughters turned out half the women their mother was... Keikelius would be pleased beyond compare. There was that silent hope for a son, just as any man wished, but he was also pleased if they chose to take their time with things.
There would be much to learn and enjoy about each other. Adding children to the mix was a stark desire of the both of them, but if it did not happen right away, Keikelius was sure that neither of them would mind. The way they were so wrapped up in each other anyway would help to break that constant need.
Her words sent a further trail down his spine, and the man found himself needing to take a slow breath to calm his own desires. He wanted her beyond anything he'd wanted before. Women had never interested him in this way until she had sunk her claws into him. "I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me," Keikelius admitted honestly, a little bit of humor in his voice. "Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had," he hummed calmly. Everything about her screamed at the fact that she had at least a little bit of experience. Maybe more than he realized, not that he minded at all.
Honestly, the experience was a plus. It meant the two of them did not need to be either gentle or careful with one another. With his hand wound into her curls, the man groaned into her lips when she finally silenced the both of them. His arm wound around her waist and pulled her more fully onto his lap, his lips parting for her to introduce her tongue. His own brushed hers and he didn't even think about the pronounced aching of need between her legs. Nor did he think about the fact that him pulling her closer to his own him would allow her to feel just how much he wanted to give in.
Already, he was considering the ways he might be able to please her without giving her everything she wanted. His tongue dancing with hers made him think of how she might taste with his own dancing between her folds. In a strong, fluid motion, he was lifting both of them from the floor, both of his hands spreading against her ass and thighs to keep her hoisted against him. Never letting their kiss break, he walked them blindly back toward her bed, wondering he she would let him lay her on the edge and then bring her to an edge he'd been dreaming about in both his waking and sleeping hours. Maybe it would sate her desire and tendency to tempt and taunt him every chance that she found.
Keikelius found himself smirking against the kiss and then smirking more when he broke it to drop her back onto her own bed. His dark gaze was wicked and he considered his fiance silently, wanting to leave her guessing at his next move.
This woman brought out the very best of him. Even with his fingers drifting almost dangerously over her skin, against the hem of her gown. Keikelius still felt himself a better man for having found the princess. He had been nothing but a lower noble before she had accepted his proposal, and it still stunned him that she had done so at all. Wasn't her duty to accept the best possible match? Was he such a good match compared to the numerous other rich, high born royal nobles? What did that say about all of the men that had failed to take her hand as their own?
Or was Circenia just so headstrong that she wanted and needed to make the choice herself, even if he himself wasn't the highest-ranking family that she could attach herself to? The perk, Keikelius supposed, was that her addition to the family would bring royal blood into their line. Their children would be in line for a throne that the Stravos has never once been able to reach for with any sort of success. Until now. Briefly, he felt that intense spark of desire to truly put her on her back and give her everything they both wanted.
Circenia was right. They would have much to do after they were married. Getting to know every inch of her skin under both finger and tongue was one of those tasks. But even more exciting was the prospect of putting an heir in her womb. Male or female, Keikelius truly had no preference. Women were not celebrated, but if his daughters turned out half the women their mother was... Keikelius would be pleased beyond compare. There was that silent hope for a son, just as any man wished, but he was also pleased if they chose to take their time with things.
There would be much to learn and enjoy about each other. Adding children to the mix was a stark desire of the both of them, but if it did not happen right away, Keikelius was sure that neither of them would mind. The way they were so wrapped up in each other anyway would help to break that constant need.
Her words sent a further trail down his spine, and the man found himself needing to take a slow breath to calm his own desires. He wanted her beyond anything he'd wanted before. Women had never interested him in this way until she had sunk her claws into him. "I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me," Keikelius admitted honestly, a little bit of humor in his voice. "Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had," he hummed calmly. Everything about her screamed at the fact that she had at least a little bit of experience. Maybe more than he realized, not that he minded at all.
Honestly, the experience was a plus. It meant the two of them did not need to be either gentle or careful with one another. With his hand wound into her curls, the man groaned into her lips when she finally silenced the both of them. His arm wound around her waist and pulled her more fully onto his lap, his lips parting for her to introduce her tongue. His own brushed hers and he didn't even think about the pronounced aching of need between her legs. Nor did he think about the fact that him pulling her closer to his own him would allow her to feel just how much he wanted to give in.
Already, he was considering the ways he might be able to please her without giving her everything she wanted. His tongue dancing with hers made him think of how she might taste with his own dancing between her folds. In a strong, fluid motion, he was lifting both of them from the floor, both of his hands spreading against her ass and thighs to keep her hoisted against him. Never letting their kiss break, he walked them blindly back toward her bed, wondering he she would let him lay her on the edge and then bring her to an edge he'd been dreaming about in both his waking and sleeping hours. Maybe it would sate her desire and tendency to tempt and taunt him every chance that she found.
Keikelius found himself smirking against the kiss and then smirking more when he broke it to drop her back onto her own bed. His dark gaze was wicked and he considered his fiance silently, wanting to leave her guessing at his next move.
What was it about Keikelius that she chose him over the dozens of suitors before him? Was it his looks? His honesty? His utter transparency? Or was it simply that his family was so filthy rich? All of the above certainly played a factor in her decision, but more than that, the man caressing her skin and meeting her lips with his saw her. He did not flatter for flattery’s sake. He did not say the things he thought she wanted to hear. He treated her like a person, an equal, and spoke with her like he was genuinely interested in the things she had to say. So constantly surrounded by liars and sycophants, he was like a breath of fresh air, and she couldn’t get enough.
I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me. Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had.
“Now that, I highly doubt,” Circenia assured him with a laugh, her knuckles stroking down the side of his face. She did not confirm or deny that she’d had experience before him. Virginity was highly sought after in a bride, especially a noble one, and she did not mean to out herself. He didn’t seem to mind either way, but she still wouldn’t speak on it. Besides, the experiences she’d had before hardly left her satisfied.
Obviously. For who was here now? None of them.
“You set me on fire with just a touch, Keikelius,” she murmured against his lips when he kissed her again, fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head. “I’ve no doubt that the moment our bodies meet will be like nothing either of us have felt before.”
Lifted from the ground, the princess wrapped all four limbs around her fiancé, kissing and caressing nearly every inch she could reach. It was true—she was aflame for him. He stirred her in a way no man ever had before, and she constantly dreamed of what it would be like when he finally took her to bed. It was admirable that he had so resisted her thus far, but part of her was grateful for it. The longer they waited, the more explosive it would be when they came together, at last.
Keikelius laid her back on the bed, gazing down at her with a look of pure deviousness. A tendril of desire curled in her belly just from that look, her gaze catching his before drifting to his mouth. Crystalline eyes lingered there with an ill-concealed lust, while her mind travelled similar paths to the ones Keikelius trod. There was more than one part of her fiancé that the princess wanted to feel against her, more than one place she wanted to trail her own hands and tongue. She wanted to know every inch of the man and for him to do the same to her. And gods, that look… it was all she could do not to pull him on top of her right then and there.
“There’s a promise in that smirk,” Circenia murmured, her fingers trailing up Keikelius’s thigh even as a smirk formed on her own lips. “And wickedness in those eyes.” Taking one of his hands, she brought it to her face, kissing each of his fingertips before flicking his forefinger with her tongue. “Have I tempted you beyond reason, at last?”
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What was it about Keikelius that she chose him over the dozens of suitors before him? Was it his looks? His honesty? His utter transparency? Or was it simply that his family was so filthy rich? All of the above certainly played a factor in her decision, but more than that, the man caressing her skin and meeting her lips with his saw her. He did not flatter for flattery’s sake. He did not say the things he thought she wanted to hear. He treated her like a person, an equal, and spoke with her like he was genuinely interested in the things she had to say. So constantly surrounded by liars and sycophants, he was like a breath of fresh air, and she couldn’t get enough.
I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me. Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had.
“Now that, I highly doubt,” Circenia assured him with a laugh, her knuckles stroking down the side of his face. She did not confirm or deny that she’d had experience before him. Virginity was highly sought after in a bride, especially a noble one, and she did not mean to out herself. He didn’t seem to mind either way, but she still wouldn’t speak on it. Besides, the experiences she’d had before hardly left her satisfied.
Obviously. For who was here now? None of them.
“You set me on fire with just a touch, Keikelius,” she murmured against his lips when he kissed her again, fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head. “I’ve no doubt that the moment our bodies meet will be like nothing either of us have felt before.”
Lifted from the ground, the princess wrapped all four limbs around her fiancé, kissing and caressing nearly every inch she could reach. It was true—she was aflame for him. He stirred her in a way no man ever had before, and she constantly dreamed of what it would be like when he finally took her to bed. It was admirable that he had so resisted her thus far, but part of her was grateful for it. The longer they waited, the more explosive it would be when they came together, at last.
Keikelius laid her back on the bed, gazing down at her with a look of pure deviousness. A tendril of desire curled in her belly just from that look, her gaze catching his before drifting to his mouth. Crystalline eyes lingered there with an ill-concealed lust, while her mind travelled similar paths to the ones Keikelius trod. There was more than one part of her fiancé that the princess wanted to feel against her, more than one place she wanted to trail her own hands and tongue. She wanted to know every inch of the man and for him to do the same to her. And gods, that look… it was all she could do not to pull him on top of her right then and there.
“There’s a promise in that smirk,” Circenia murmured, her fingers trailing up Keikelius’s thigh even as a smirk formed on her own lips. “And wickedness in those eyes.” Taking one of his hands, she brought it to her face, kissing each of his fingertips before flicking his forefinger with her tongue. “Have I tempted you beyond reason, at last?”
What was it about Keikelius that she chose him over the dozens of suitors before him? Was it his looks? His honesty? His utter transparency? Or was it simply that his family was so filthy rich? All of the above certainly played a factor in her decision, but more than that, the man caressing her skin and meeting her lips with his saw her. He did not flatter for flattery’s sake. He did not say the things he thought she wanted to hear. He treated her like a person, an equal, and spoke with her like he was genuinely interested in the things she had to say. So constantly surrounded by liars and sycophants, he was like a breath of fresh air, and she couldn’t get enough.
I'm afraid that if I give it to you, you'll decide not to marry me. Maybe I won't be good enough as what you've already had.
“Now that, I highly doubt,” Circenia assured him with a laugh, her knuckles stroking down the side of his face. She did not confirm or deny that she’d had experience before him. Virginity was highly sought after in a bride, especially a noble one, and she did not mean to out herself. He didn’t seem to mind either way, but she still wouldn’t speak on it. Besides, the experiences she’d had before hardly left her satisfied.
Obviously. For who was here now? None of them.
“You set me on fire with just a touch, Keikelius,” she murmured against his lips when he kissed her again, fingers tangled in the hair on the back of his head. “I’ve no doubt that the moment our bodies meet will be like nothing either of us have felt before.”
Lifted from the ground, the princess wrapped all four limbs around her fiancé, kissing and caressing nearly every inch she could reach. It was true—she was aflame for him. He stirred her in a way no man ever had before, and she constantly dreamed of what it would be like when he finally took her to bed. It was admirable that he had so resisted her thus far, but part of her was grateful for it. The longer they waited, the more explosive it would be when they came together, at last.
Keikelius laid her back on the bed, gazing down at her with a look of pure deviousness. A tendril of desire curled in her belly just from that look, her gaze catching his before drifting to his mouth. Crystalline eyes lingered there with an ill-concealed lust, while her mind travelled similar paths to the ones Keikelius trod. There was more than one part of her fiancé that the princess wanted to feel against her, more than one place she wanted to trail her own hands and tongue. She wanted to know every inch of the man and for him to do the same to her. And gods, that look… it was all she could do not to pull him on top of her right then and there.
“There’s a promise in that smirk,” Circenia murmured, her fingers trailing up Keikelius’s thigh even as a smirk formed on her own lips. “And wickedness in those eyes.” Taking one of his hands, she brought it to her face, kissing each of his fingertips before flicking his forefinger with her tongue. “Have I tempted you beyond reason, at last?”
The young man had ever intention of breaking his promise to himself and to her that he would not have her so early. He had every intention of waiting until they were married, wanting the court to hold no question whatsoever of whether a potential pregnancy from Circenia was Keikelius' or not. Keikelius knew the woman was not sleeping with anyone else, a few carefully placed people and questions saw to that knowledge, but even if she was, he wouldn't have found himself angry.
Not when she was, resolutely and absolutely going to be his in the end. That said, even Keikelius did not dabble. He had needs, but he found that he was able to find his patience. When he finally laid with Circenia, everything would fall into place. He knew that, firmly, in the back of his mind. Whether he laid with her now or later, that was the question at the forefront of thoughts as he trailed slowly down onto the bed after her. His lips seeking hers out when she gave too much attention to his fingers and not himself.
Had she tempted him beyond reason? Yes. Yes she had and Keikelius couldn't ignore the burning want in his loins. How he had fallen into bed with a woman that might have been a witch or siren for all of the power she had over him, he knew not. He'd die happy here if she decided to eat him alive. "Yes," he said lowly against her mouth, letting careful hands wander back down along her sides in silent consideration of her body. Those same hands curled into the fabric of her chiton, starting to hike her gown up slowly, his lips breaking away from hers in order to seek out the supple flesh of her neck. Leaving the lightest graze of a bite on her skin, two hands trailed from the fabric of her gown to the newly bared flesh of her legs.
His fingertips caressed their way upward, along her calves, then the sides of her knees, before seeking the warmth of her thighs. Deft hands gripped her lightly, pulling her body back down the bed slightly so that her clothed body melded with his own with such a pesky barrier between them. Keikelius' teeth grazed her jaw and then bit lightly down on her delicate bottom lip.
"Far beyond any sense of--"
The man found himself pausing, listening to the hallway outside of his fiance's chambers. He heard footsteps, and they were hurried. Kissing her hard once, the man suddenly gave her a wry smile before flipping off her and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed to the door. Slipping himself precariously beneath the bed, Keikelius rest his forehead against the stone as the door to the princess' rooms flew open. He did his best not to let out a harsh breath of annoyance at being reduced to hiding under a bed. It was one of the princess' ladies in waiting.
"Thank goodness I found you, princess. You ran away so quickly. I thought for sure that Lord Stravos was with you... but I guess I was mistaken," the slight blonde woman was frowning, glancing about the room for any sign of the man who shouldn't have been here. She completely overlooked the fact that there were two cups of wine, by Io had never been the most observant woman in the world. That was likely why Circenia kept her around in the first place, but she would never admit it.
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The young man had ever intention of breaking his promise to himself and to her that he would not have her so early. He had every intention of waiting until they were married, wanting the court to hold no question whatsoever of whether a potential pregnancy from Circenia was Keikelius' or not. Keikelius knew the woman was not sleeping with anyone else, a few carefully placed people and questions saw to that knowledge, but even if she was, he wouldn't have found himself angry.
Not when she was, resolutely and absolutely going to be his in the end. That said, even Keikelius did not dabble. He had needs, but he found that he was able to find his patience. When he finally laid with Circenia, everything would fall into place. He knew that, firmly, in the back of his mind. Whether he laid with her now or later, that was the question at the forefront of thoughts as he trailed slowly down onto the bed after her. His lips seeking hers out when she gave too much attention to his fingers and not himself.
Had she tempted him beyond reason? Yes. Yes she had and Keikelius couldn't ignore the burning want in his loins. How he had fallen into bed with a woman that might have been a witch or siren for all of the power she had over him, he knew not. He'd die happy here if she decided to eat him alive. "Yes," he said lowly against her mouth, letting careful hands wander back down along her sides in silent consideration of her body. Those same hands curled into the fabric of her chiton, starting to hike her gown up slowly, his lips breaking away from hers in order to seek out the supple flesh of her neck. Leaving the lightest graze of a bite on her skin, two hands trailed from the fabric of her gown to the newly bared flesh of her legs.
His fingertips caressed their way upward, along her calves, then the sides of her knees, before seeking the warmth of her thighs. Deft hands gripped her lightly, pulling her body back down the bed slightly so that her clothed body melded with his own with such a pesky barrier between them. Keikelius' teeth grazed her jaw and then bit lightly down on her delicate bottom lip.
"Far beyond any sense of--"
The man found himself pausing, listening to the hallway outside of his fiance's chambers. He heard footsteps, and they were hurried. Kissing her hard once, the man suddenly gave her a wry smile before flipping off her and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed to the door. Slipping himself precariously beneath the bed, Keikelius rest his forehead against the stone as the door to the princess' rooms flew open. He did his best not to let out a harsh breath of annoyance at being reduced to hiding under a bed. It was one of the princess' ladies in waiting.
"Thank goodness I found you, princess. You ran away so quickly. I thought for sure that Lord Stravos was with you... but I guess I was mistaken," the slight blonde woman was frowning, glancing about the room for any sign of the man who shouldn't have been here. She completely overlooked the fact that there were two cups of wine, by Io had never been the most observant woman in the world. That was likely why Circenia kept her around in the first place, but she would never admit it.
The young man had ever intention of breaking his promise to himself and to her that he would not have her so early. He had every intention of waiting until they were married, wanting the court to hold no question whatsoever of whether a potential pregnancy from Circenia was Keikelius' or not. Keikelius knew the woman was not sleeping with anyone else, a few carefully placed people and questions saw to that knowledge, but even if she was, he wouldn't have found himself angry.
Not when she was, resolutely and absolutely going to be his in the end. That said, even Keikelius did not dabble. He had needs, but he found that he was able to find his patience. When he finally laid with Circenia, everything would fall into place. He knew that, firmly, in the back of his mind. Whether he laid with her now or later, that was the question at the forefront of thoughts as he trailed slowly down onto the bed after her. His lips seeking hers out when she gave too much attention to his fingers and not himself.
Had she tempted him beyond reason? Yes. Yes she had and Keikelius couldn't ignore the burning want in his loins. How he had fallen into bed with a woman that might have been a witch or siren for all of the power she had over him, he knew not. He'd die happy here if she decided to eat him alive. "Yes," he said lowly against her mouth, letting careful hands wander back down along her sides in silent consideration of her body. Those same hands curled into the fabric of her chiton, starting to hike her gown up slowly, his lips breaking away from hers in order to seek out the supple flesh of her neck. Leaving the lightest graze of a bite on her skin, two hands trailed from the fabric of her gown to the newly bared flesh of her legs.
His fingertips caressed their way upward, along her calves, then the sides of her knees, before seeking the warmth of her thighs. Deft hands gripped her lightly, pulling her body back down the bed slightly so that her clothed body melded with his own with such a pesky barrier between them. Keikelius' teeth grazed her jaw and then bit lightly down on her delicate bottom lip.
"Far beyond any sense of--"
The man found himself pausing, listening to the hallway outside of his fiance's chambers. He heard footsteps, and they were hurried. Kissing her hard once, the man suddenly gave her a wry smile before flipping off her and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed to the door. Slipping himself precariously beneath the bed, Keikelius rest his forehead against the stone as the door to the princess' rooms flew open. He did his best not to let out a harsh breath of annoyance at being reduced to hiding under a bed. It was one of the princess' ladies in waiting.
"Thank goodness I found you, princess. You ran away so quickly. I thought for sure that Lord Stravos was with you... but I guess I was mistaken," the slight blonde woman was frowning, glancing about the room for any sign of the man who shouldn't have been here. She completely overlooked the fact that there were two cups of wine, by Io had never been the most observant woman in the world. That was likely why Circenia kept her around in the first place, but she would never admit it.
Circenia nearly trembled with the force of her desire, Keikelius’s hands against her flesh drawing heat to the surface. His presence nearly overwhelmed her, his scent dizzying in his proximity. Mind wandering down a devious path, her hand balled into his chiton, intent that she would soon rip it from his body. And for several long moments, it seemed she was finally about to get what she wanted, that all her nights fantasizing were going to come to fruition.
Admitting she had finally tempted him beyond reason, thin lips curled in a smirk, her free hand tangling in his dark curls. His hands moved up her body ever so slowly, her breath hitching in her lungs. The teasing touches were so delicious, her heart speeding the further he moved up her legs. Head tilted to the side as his teeth brushed her neck, a low groan vibrated in the back of her throat, silenced by his mouth on hers.
Finally, this was it. She’d get what she wanted all along, and the princess had never been more ready. Her legs parted willingly beneath him, body arching into his with a gasp as he bit her lip. Pulse pounding and skin flushed, she slid the fabric from his shoulder and planted her own kiss… before he froze and suddenly his body wasn’t on hers any more.
A sound of annoyed protest left her mouth before she realized why he’d done it, rushing footsteps down the hall preceding the opening of her door. Irritation wasn’t even the word as Circenia sat up and glared daggers at her handmaid, of half a mind to throw the remaining wine right in the woman’s face. What was she thinking, to just barge in like this unannounced? Did the princess not have a right to privacy?
“Io, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing in here?” she snapped, rising to her feet and grabbing the servant by the front of her peplos. “It’s late, and I was settling in for bed. You know how I have trouble sleeping and yet here you are, interrupting it!”
Giving her a good shake, she pushed her away, while the maid at least had the good grace to look sheepish at her intrusion. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I thought…”
“I don’t care what you thought!” Circenia cut her off, fury in her eyes and the bloom of red on her cheeks. Impeded at such a critical moment, she doubted they’d be able to get that back, and she was nearly ready to throw the idiotic woman into the nearest wall because of it. “You do not need to look after my virtue. I am well aware of the bounds of propriety, and Lord Stravos retired to his own home over an hour ago.” Of course, that was a bold-faced lie, but she wasn’t about to admit the man was stashed under her bed. “Now, if you’d be so kind… leave now or I’ll ensure you don’t have a job come morning.”
Io seemed to hesitate, glancing around the room as if to verify the princess’s words. This only served to make Circenia angrier, eyes glinting like cut stone. Pointing firmly toward the door, she shouted, “I said get out!”
With that shout, her handmaid didn’t dare to linger another moment, dipping in a nervous curtsy and scurrying out the door. Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Circenia walked back over to the bed, leaning down so she could peek under it.
“It’s safe to come out now,” she informed her fiancé, face still twisted in annoyance. “She’s gone.”
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Circenia nearly trembled with the force of her desire, Keikelius’s hands against her flesh drawing heat to the surface. His presence nearly overwhelmed her, his scent dizzying in his proximity. Mind wandering down a devious path, her hand balled into his chiton, intent that she would soon rip it from his body. And for several long moments, it seemed she was finally about to get what she wanted, that all her nights fantasizing were going to come to fruition.
Admitting she had finally tempted him beyond reason, thin lips curled in a smirk, her free hand tangling in his dark curls. His hands moved up her body ever so slowly, her breath hitching in her lungs. The teasing touches were so delicious, her heart speeding the further he moved up her legs. Head tilted to the side as his teeth brushed her neck, a low groan vibrated in the back of her throat, silenced by his mouth on hers.
Finally, this was it. She’d get what she wanted all along, and the princess had never been more ready. Her legs parted willingly beneath him, body arching into his with a gasp as he bit her lip. Pulse pounding and skin flushed, she slid the fabric from his shoulder and planted her own kiss… before he froze and suddenly his body wasn’t on hers any more.
A sound of annoyed protest left her mouth before she realized why he’d done it, rushing footsteps down the hall preceding the opening of her door. Irritation wasn’t even the word as Circenia sat up and glared daggers at her handmaid, of half a mind to throw the remaining wine right in the woman’s face. What was she thinking, to just barge in like this unannounced? Did the princess not have a right to privacy?
“Io, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing in here?” she snapped, rising to her feet and grabbing the servant by the front of her peplos. “It’s late, and I was settling in for bed. You know how I have trouble sleeping and yet here you are, interrupting it!”
Giving her a good shake, she pushed her away, while the maid at least had the good grace to look sheepish at her intrusion. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I thought…”
“I don’t care what you thought!” Circenia cut her off, fury in her eyes and the bloom of red on her cheeks. Impeded at such a critical moment, she doubted they’d be able to get that back, and she was nearly ready to throw the idiotic woman into the nearest wall because of it. “You do not need to look after my virtue. I am well aware of the bounds of propriety, and Lord Stravos retired to his own home over an hour ago.” Of course, that was a bold-faced lie, but she wasn’t about to admit the man was stashed under her bed. “Now, if you’d be so kind… leave now or I’ll ensure you don’t have a job come morning.”
Io seemed to hesitate, glancing around the room as if to verify the princess’s words. This only served to make Circenia angrier, eyes glinting like cut stone. Pointing firmly toward the door, she shouted, “I said get out!”
With that shout, her handmaid didn’t dare to linger another moment, dipping in a nervous curtsy and scurrying out the door. Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Circenia walked back over to the bed, leaning down so she could peek under it.
“It’s safe to come out now,” she informed her fiancé, face still twisted in annoyance. “She’s gone.”
Circenia nearly trembled with the force of her desire, Keikelius’s hands against her flesh drawing heat to the surface. His presence nearly overwhelmed her, his scent dizzying in his proximity. Mind wandering down a devious path, her hand balled into his chiton, intent that she would soon rip it from his body. And for several long moments, it seemed she was finally about to get what she wanted, that all her nights fantasizing were going to come to fruition.
Admitting she had finally tempted him beyond reason, thin lips curled in a smirk, her free hand tangling in his dark curls. His hands moved up her body ever so slowly, her breath hitching in her lungs. The teasing touches were so delicious, her heart speeding the further he moved up her legs. Head tilted to the side as his teeth brushed her neck, a low groan vibrated in the back of her throat, silenced by his mouth on hers.
Finally, this was it. She’d get what she wanted all along, and the princess had never been more ready. Her legs parted willingly beneath him, body arching into his with a gasp as he bit her lip. Pulse pounding and skin flushed, she slid the fabric from his shoulder and planted her own kiss… before he froze and suddenly his body wasn’t on hers any more.
A sound of annoyed protest left her mouth before she realized why he’d done it, rushing footsteps down the hall preceding the opening of her door. Irritation wasn’t even the word as Circenia sat up and glared daggers at her handmaid, of half a mind to throw the remaining wine right in the woman’s face. What was she thinking, to just barge in like this unannounced? Did the princess not have a right to privacy?
“Io, what in all the gods’ names do you think you’re doing in here?” she snapped, rising to her feet and grabbing the servant by the front of her peplos. “It’s late, and I was settling in for bed. You know how I have trouble sleeping and yet here you are, interrupting it!”
Giving her a good shake, she pushed her away, while the maid at least had the good grace to look sheepish at her intrusion. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I thought…”
“I don’t care what you thought!” Circenia cut her off, fury in her eyes and the bloom of red on her cheeks. Impeded at such a critical moment, she doubted they’d be able to get that back, and she was nearly ready to throw the idiotic woman into the nearest wall because of it. “You do not need to look after my virtue. I am well aware of the bounds of propriety, and Lord Stravos retired to his own home over an hour ago.” Of course, that was a bold-faced lie, but she wasn’t about to admit the man was stashed under her bed. “Now, if you’d be so kind… leave now or I’ll ensure you don’t have a job come morning.”
Io seemed to hesitate, glancing around the room as if to verify the princess’s words. This only served to make Circenia angrier, eyes glinting like cut stone. Pointing firmly toward the door, she shouted, “I said get out!”
With that shout, her handmaid didn’t dare to linger another moment, dipping in a nervous curtsy and scurrying out the door. Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Circenia walked back over to the bed, leaning down so she could peek under it.
“It’s safe to come out now,” she informed her fiancé, face still twisted in annoyance. “She’s gone.”
For some reason, despite his serious demeanor, Keikelius couldn't help but feel rather boyish. Still young and willing to test boundaries, it was a bit of a rush to nearly get caught. It was not like there would be any true question of who was the father of Circenia's children if she did fall pregnant before the wedding, but for the sake of appearances, Keikelius had been intent on being good. Now, however, there had been that rush of nearly being caught. A rush that trailed his limbs and made him feel like a giddy kid ready for a treat.
Even Circenia's tone when dealing with her ladies maid turned him on more than he would likely admit to anyone but the princess herself. Laying on his stomach, the man ran his fingers back through his hair, letting out a slow, wavering breath that was meant to try and calm the sudden fire. If this was how it was always going to be with his princess... he wondered how he would ever get anything done in life. If all he wanted to do was bed her now, before she was fully his, what would happen when they had free reign of one another's bodies?
Her voice and the sight of her peeking beneath the bed made him turn his head and watch her with keen interest and an expression of wolfish curiosity. With a smile slowly tugging at his lips, he let that rare, boyish charm of his drag him from beneath her bed so that he was settled on his knees before her. "I have to say, my princess," Keikelius said very slowly, letting his gaze drag down her body and to the fabric of her gown that was directly in his vision. Reaching forward, he played with the hem of her skirts for only a moment before he started to slide them slowly upwards. They had been playing this game the entire night. Even when they hadn't been in the safety of this room, the nearly overwhelming urge to put her against a wall was always at the back of his mind.
Keikelius would not do that here and now, but he would continue to toy with her. Only this time it would be in a way that she would approve of. As the silken hem of her skirt trailed slowly up her legs, guided by his hands against her thighs, his right hand trailed toward her inner thigh as he leaned in to press his lips to the other. His dark gaze lifted to her face as he made the motion, silently continuing his way up her body. "You have too sharp of a tongue to let yours near my flesh tonight," he crooned warmly, his smile growing.
Nose trailing against her inner thigh until he turned his head so that he could bury his face between her legs. He carefully guided her right leg over his shoulder, allowing her body to open more to him. "Perhaps this might soothe your anger," he whispered, his gaze still on the young princess' face while he worked his tongue delicately at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. "Hold onto my hair, Circenia," he instructed before he fully busied himself with her body, contented to know that she would pant his name tonight. On his terms. Not hers.
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For some reason, despite his serious demeanor, Keikelius couldn't help but feel rather boyish. Still young and willing to test boundaries, it was a bit of a rush to nearly get caught. It was not like there would be any true question of who was the father of Circenia's children if she did fall pregnant before the wedding, but for the sake of appearances, Keikelius had been intent on being good. Now, however, there had been that rush of nearly being caught. A rush that trailed his limbs and made him feel like a giddy kid ready for a treat.
Even Circenia's tone when dealing with her ladies maid turned him on more than he would likely admit to anyone but the princess herself. Laying on his stomach, the man ran his fingers back through his hair, letting out a slow, wavering breath that was meant to try and calm the sudden fire. If this was how it was always going to be with his princess... he wondered how he would ever get anything done in life. If all he wanted to do was bed her now, before she was fully his, what would happen when they had free reign of one another's bodies?
Her voice and the sight of her peeking beneath the bed made him turn his head and watch her with keen interest and an expression of wolfish curiosity. With a smile slowly tugging at his lips, he let that rare, boyish charm of his drag him from beneath her bed so that he was settled on his knees before her. "I have to say, my princess," Keikelius said very slowly, letting his gaze drag down her body and to the fabric of her gown that was directly in his vision. Reaching forward, he played with the hem of her skirts for only a moment before he started to slide them slowly upwards. They had been playing this game the entire night. Even when they hadn't been in the safety of this room, the nearly overwhelming urge to put her against a wall was always at the back of his mind.
Keikelius would not do that here and now, but he would continue to toy with her. Only this time it would be in a way that she would approve of. As the silken hem of her skirt trailed slowly up her legs, guided by his hands against her thighs, his right hand trailed toward her inner thigh as he leaned in to press his lips to the other. His dark gaze lifted to her face as he made the motion, silently continuing his way up her body. "You have too sharp of a tongue to let yours near my flesh tonight," he crooned warmly, his smile growing.
Nose trailing against her inner thigh until he turned his head so that he could bury his face between her legs. He carefully guided her right leg over his shoulder, allowing her body to open more to him. "Perhaps this might soothe your anger," he whispered, his gaze still on the young princess' face while he worked his tongue delicately at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. "Hold onto my hair, Circenia," he instructed before he fully busied himself with her body, contented to know that she would pant his name tonight. On his terms. Not hers.
For some reason, despite his serious demeanor, Keikelius couldn't help but feel rather boyish. Still young and willing to test boundaries, it was a bit of a rush to nearly get caught. It was not like there would be any true question of who was the father of Circenia's children if she did fall pregnant before the wedding, but for the sake of appearances, Keikelius had been intent on being good. Now, however, there had been that rush of nearly being caught. A rush that trailed his limbs and made him feel like a giddy kid ready for a treat.
Even Circenia's tone when dealing with her ladies maid turned him on more than he would likely admit to anyone but the princess herself. Laying on his stomach, the man ran his fingers back through his hair, letting out a slow, wavering breath that was meant to try and calm the sudden fire. If this was how it was always going to be with his princess... he wondered how he would ever get anything done in life. If all he wanted to do was bed her now, before she was fully his, what would happen when they had free reign of one another's bodies?
Her voice and the sight of her peeking beneath the bed made him turn his head and watch her with keen interest and an expression of wolfish curiosity. With a smile slowly tugging at his lips, he let that rare, boyish charm of his drag him from beneath her bed so that he was settled on his knees before her. "I have to say, my princess," Keikelius said very slowly, letting his gaze drag down her body and to the fabric of her gown that was directly in his vision. Reaching forward, he played with the hem of her skirts for only a moment before he started to slide them slowly upwards. They had been playing this game the entire night. Even when they hadn't been in the safety of this room, the nearly overwhelming urge to put her against a wall was always at the back of his mind.
Keikelius would not do that here and now, but he would continue to toy with her. Only this time it would be in a way that she would approve of. As the silken hem of her skirt trailed slowly up her legs, guided by his hands against her thighs, his right hand trailed toward her inner thigh as he leaned in to press his lips to the other. His dark gaze lifted to her face as he made the motion, silently continuing his way up her body. "You have too sharp of a tongue to let yours near my flesh tonight," he crooned warmly, his smile growing.
Nose trailing against her inner thigh until he turned his head so that he could bury his face between her legs. He carefully guided her right leg over his shoulder, allowing her body to open more to him. "Perhaps this might soothe your anger," he whispered, his gaze still on the young princess' face while he worked his tongue delicately at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs. "Hold onto my hair, Circenia," he instructed before he fully busied himself with her body, contented to know that she would pant his name tonight. On his terms. Not hers.