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The irritation was still plain on Circenia’s face when Keikelius came out from under the bed, her sharp gaze flicking from the closed door back to him. Her rage wasn’t directed him, of course, far from it, but the princess had always struggled with controlling her temper. She was nearly ready to snap at the smirk on his face, to angrily ask what he was grinning about, but his gentle hands on her legs stemmed the tide before it could boil over.
It was remarkable how one man could soothe her like none ever had before. How just his touch could calm a fury that had simmered for so many years with little outlet. In one instant, she was ready to shout and break anything close enough for her to throw, and in the next, it was just… gone. Broken up and dissipated as if it had never existed.
“Keikelius,” his name was hardly more than a breath as her betrothed pushed at the hem of her gown, slowly, teasingly sliding it up her legs. It was as if they’d never been interrupted at all, and the princess was impressed at how quickly the Stravos lord got them back on track.
His touch was featherlight, her skin rising in goosebumps in its wake. Slim legs parted of their own accord as the man’s nose pressed against her thigh, shivering at the gentle kiss he left there. He even managed to coax a laugh from her at his comment that her tongue was too sharp to touch him, her smile nearly as warm as his when she looked down at him.
“But, wouldn’t my sharp tongue be put to better use on you than the poor serving girls, hm?” she countered with another laugh, a laugh quickly silenced by the direction his path was taking. She did not protest when he pulled her leg over his shoulder, though there was a touch of unwonted shyness on her face. Circenia had an idea what Keikelius was about to do, but it was an intimacy she had never shared with another lover. Somehow, it seemed appropriate that he would be her first.
The initial swipe of his tongue against her erased any doubts or fears she may have had, her head tilting back with a soft sigh of pleasure. Tangling her fingers in his hair as he bid, her hand tightened as he started working her in earnest. Thighs squeezing around his face, a flush rose to her cheeks as she gasped. Gods, but why had she never tried this before? It was like experiencing the sweet touch of Aphrodite herself, a delightful caress that had her twitching in pleasure before she knew it.
“Oh gods, Keikelius,” she whispered with a groan, hand lightly tugging at his hair without her even realizing it. “Gods, yes, right there…”
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The irritation was still plain on Circenia’s face when Keikelius came out from under the bed, her sharp gaze flicking from the closed door back to him. Her rage wasn’t directed him, of course, far from it, but the princess had always struggled with controlling her temper. She was nearly ready to snap at the smirk on his face, to angrily ask what he was grinning about, but his gentle hands on her legs stemmed the tide before it could boil over.
It was remarkable how one man could soothe her like none ever had before. How just his touch could calm a fury that had simmered for so many years with little outlet. In one instant, she was ready to shout and break anything close enough for her to throw, and in the next, it was just… gone. Broken up and dissipated as if it had never existed.
“Keikelius,” his name was hardly more than a breath as her betrothed pushed at the hem of her gown, slowly, teasingly sliding it up her legs. It was as if they’d never been interrupted at all, and the princess was impressed at how quickly the Stravos lord got them back on track.
His touch was featherlight, her skin rising in goosebumps in its wake. Slim legs parted of their own accord as the man’s nose pressed against her thigh, shivering at the gentle kiss he left there. He even managed to coax a laugh from her at his comment that her tongue was too sharp to touch him, her smile nearly as warm as his when she looked down at him.
“But, wouldn’t my sharp tongue be put to better use on you than the poor serving girls, hm?” she countered with another laugh, a laugh quickly silenced by the direction his path was taking. She did not protest when he pulled her leg over his shoulder, though there was a touch of unwonted shyness on her face. Circenia had an idea what Keikelius was about to do, but it was an intimacy she had never shared with another lover. Somehow, it seemed appropriate that he would be her first.
The initial swipe of his tongue against her erased any doubts or fears she may have had, her head tilting back with a soft sigh of pleasure. Tangling her fingers in his hair as he bid, her hand tightened as he started working her in earnest. Thighs squeezing around his face, a flush rose to her cheeks as she gasped. Gods, but why had she never tried this before? It was like experiencing the sweet touch of Aphrodite herself, a delightful caress that had her twitching in pleasure before she knew it.
“Oh gods, Keikelius,” she whispered with a groan, hand lightly tugging at his hair without her even realizing it. “Gods, yes, right there…”
The irritation was still plain on Circenia’s face when Keikelius came out from under the bed, her sharp gaze flicking from the closed door back to him. Her rage wasn’t directed him, of course, far from it, but the princess had always struggled with controlling her temper. She was nearly ready to snap at the smirk on his face, to angrily ask what he was grinning about, but his gentle hands on her legs stemmed the tide before it could boil over.
It was remarkable how one man could soothe her like none ever had before. How just his touch could calm a fury that had simmered for so many years with little outlet. In one instant, she was ready to shout and break anything close enough for her to throw, and in the next, it was just… gone. Broken up and dissipated as if it had never existed.
“Keikelius,” his name was hardly more than a breath as her betrothed pushed at the hem of her gown, slowly, teasingly sliding it up her legs. It was as if they’d never been interrupted at all, and the princess was impressed at how quickly the Stravos lord got them back on track.
His touch was featherlight, her skin rising in goosebumps in its wake. Slim legs parted of their own accord as the man’s nose pressed against her thigh, shivering at the gentle kiss he left there. He even managed to coax a laugh from her at his comment that her tongue was too sharp to touch him, her smile nearly as warm as his when she looked down at him.
“But, wouldn’t my sharp tongue be put to better use on you than the poor serving girls, hm?” she countered with another laugh, a laugh quickly silenced by the direction his path was taking. She did not protest when he pulled her leg over his shoulder, though there was a touch of unwonted shyness on her face. Circenia had an idea what Keikelius was about to do, but it was an intimacy she had never shared with another lover. Somehow, it seemed appropriate that he would be her first.
The initial swipe of his tongue against her erased any doubts or fears she may have had, her head tilting back with a soft sigh of pleasure. Tangling her fingers in his hair as he bid, her hand tightened as he started working her in earnest. Thighs squeezing around his face, a flush rose to her cheeks as she gasped. Gods, but why had she never tried this before? It was like experiencing the sweet touch of Aphrodite herself, a delightful caress that had her twitching in pleasure before she knew it.
“Oh gods, Keikelius,” she whispered with a groan, hand lightly tugging at his hair without her even realizing it. “Gods, yes, right there…”
"Perhaps that is so," Keikelius murmured warmly against her thigh, his fingers still trailing up and down the sides of her legs. He had imagined himself doing this to her multiple times in these last weeks, though he had never let himself actually do so. It had been a careful dance between them. A dance that neither had yielded to but still both of them wanted to. It was difficult to be this close to a woman like Circenia and not want to be with her at every second. But he had held to his resolve. Until now. "But I rather like watching you bleed the help," he added before busying himself between her thighs once more.
It was her sigh of pleasure and the way that her fingers trailed through his hair that had Keikelius feeling somewhat smug about the route they had taken tonight. Just moments ago he had been hiding under her bed, trying to save the both of them from rumor and gossip. Now, his tongue worked at her core, wanting to hear the way his name seemed to fill the entire room when it fell off of her lips. Keikelius enjoyed the way she said his name already, but add a tone laced with bliss and pleasure? He was going to love every single moment of being married to her. He just knew it. He knew it in earnest.
The man shifted somewhat on his knees, his free hand sliding up along her calf and then her thigh. Her taste was delightful and he wondered why he had never gotten the chance to suggest this before. Then again, toying ber had been half the fun. Testing the limits of his restraint had been the other half. And he had done so very well up until now. Now, where his other hand slid along the inside of her thigh. Now, where his fingers wandered along the slickness of her sex with every intention of nearly making her scream. If they could get away with this tonight, he knew he would fail every night hence in keeping himself from her.
The man was careful as he sunk a single finger into Circenia, wanting to feel the warmth of her around him and having no other means that he would allow himself. He curled the finger very gently, focusing less on the sight of his betrothed and more on the sounds that escaped her mouth. Her voice was like music and he wanted to hear all of it. The entire orchestra.
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"Perhaps that is so," Keikelius murmured warmly against her thigh, his fingers still trailing up and down the sides of her legs. He had imagined himself doing this to her multiple times in these last weeks, though he had never let himself actually do so. It had been a careful dance between them. A dance that neither had yielded to but still both of them wanted to. It was difficult to be this close to a woman like Circenia and not want to be with her at every second. But he had held to his resolve. Until now. "But I rather like watching you bleed the help," he added before busying himself between her thighs once more.
It was her sigh of pleasure and the way that her fingers trailed through his hair that had Keikelius feeling somewhat smug about the route they had taken tonight. Just moments ago he had been hiding under her bed, trying to save the both of them from rumor and gossip. Now, his tongue worked at her core, wanting to hear the way his name seemed to fill the entire room when it fell off of her lips. Keikelius enjoyed the way she said his name already, but add a tone laced with bliss and pleasure? He was going to love every single moment of being married to her. He just knew it. He knew it in earnest.
The man shifted somewhat on his knees, his free hand sliding up along her calf and then her thigh. Her taste was delightful and he wondered why he had never gotten the chance to suggest this before. Then again, toying ber had been half the fun. Testing the limits of his restraint had been the other half. And he had done so very well up until now. Now, where his other hand slid along the inside of her thigh. Now, where his fingers wandered along the slickness of her sex with every intention of nearly making her scream. If they could get away with this tonight, he knew he would fail every night hence in keeping himself from her.
The man was careful as he sunk a single finger into Circenia, wanting to feel the warmth of her around him and having no other means that he would allow himself. He curled the finger very gently, focusing less on the sight of his betrothed and more on the sounds that escaped her mouth. Her voice was like music and he wanted to hear all of it. The entire orchestra.
"Perhaps that is so," Keikelius murmured warmly against her thigh, his fingers still trailing up and down the sides of her legs. He had imagined himself doing this to her multiple times in these last weeks, though he had never let himself actually do so. It had been a careful dance between them. A dance that neither had yielded to but still both of them wanted to. It was difficult to be this close to a woman like Circenia and not want to be with her at every second. But he had held to his resolve. Until now. "But I rather like watching you bleed the help," he added before busying himself between her thighs once more.
It was her sigh of pleasure and the way that her fingers trailed through his hair that had Keikelius feeling somewhat smug about the route they had taken tonight. Just moments ago he had been hiding under her bed, trying to save the both of them from rumor and gossip. Now, his tongue worked at her core, wanting to hear the way his name seemed to fill the entire room when it fell off of her lips. Keikelius enjoyed the way she said his name already, but add a tone laced with bliss and pleasure? He was going to love every single moment of being married to her. He just knew it. He knew it in earnest.
The man shifted somewhat on his knees, his free hand sliding up along her calf and then her thigh. Her taste was delightful and he wondered why he had never gotten the chance to suggest this before. Then again, toying ber had been half the fun. Testing the limits of his restraint had been the other half. And he had done so very well up until now. Now, where his other hand slid along the inside of her thigh. Now, where his fingers wandered along the slickness of her sex with every intention of nearly making her scream. If they could get away with this tonight, he knew he would fail every night hence in keeping himself from her.
The man was careful as he sunk a single finger into Circenia, wanting to feel the warmth of her around him and having no other means that he would allow himself. He curled the finger very gently, focusing less on the sight of his betrothed and more on the sounds that escaped her mouth. Her voice was like music and he wanted to hear all of it. The entire orchestra.
To have a man so singularly invested in her pleasure was a marvel in itself; men were often very selfish creatures when it came to the bedroom and the princess had never been with a man who took such time to ensure her own enjoyment. It was a positive delight and spoke volumes of the dynamic their marriage was to hold. A man who actively sought her attention and happiness rather than simply his own advancement? It was truly more than Circenia had ever thought she would achieve.
Of course, Princess Circenia of Xanthos was no stranger to selfishness. Before Keikelius, she was never with any man that she couldn’t use in some way. Up until she met the Stravos lord, she herself had every intention of marriage for the sake of advancement. And in a sense, that’s what her marriage to Keikelius would be. But she hadn’t expected to actually feel anything for him. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His ardent attention between her thighs drew gasps and moans of pleasure from parted lips, her hips rising off the bed in the throes of desire. A finger penetrating her core, she groaned that much harder, velvety walls squeezing tight around the invading digit. The deliberate curls of his finger, the blissful swipes of his tongue, his focus on drawing her to the pinnacle of ecstasy… all of this soon worked together to bring her to her peak, her back arching as she cried out in earnest.
At that moment, she didn’t even care if someone heard her, writhing in euphoria beneath the ministrations of his mouth. Knees shaking with the force of her orgasm, she finally pushed him away with a shuddering sigh as she collapsed back against the bed. Drawing in several ragged breaths, she smirked down at him with a sated heat in her eyes. Gods, was this just a preview of what was to come? If so, she wanted her hands on him more than ever.
Leaning down to grab the front of his chiton and guide his mouth up to hers, she kissed him fiercely, her tongue forcing its way between his lips to sample her own musky taste. Breathlessly breaking away, her cheeks were flushed and eyes bright as her fingers sifted through his hair. Smirking, she shook her head and let her hand rest against his cheek. “You’re a man full of surprises, aren’t you, Lord Keikelius?” she asked with a soft laugh, the back of her hand stroking along his jaw. “It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you the most.”
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To have a man so singularly invested in her pleasure was a marvel in itself; men were often very selfish creatures when it came to the bedroom and the princess had never been with a man who took such time to ensure her own enjoyment. It was a positive delight and spoke volumes of the dynamic their marriage was to hold. A man who actively sought her attention and happiness rather than simply his own advancement? It was truly more than Circenia had ever thought she would achieve.
Of course, Princess Circenia of Xanthos was no stranger to selfishness. Before Keikelius, she was never with any man that she couldn’t use in some way. Up until she met the Stravos lord, she herself had every intention of marriage for the sake of advancement. And in a sense, that’s what her marriage to Keikelius would be. But she hadn’t expected to actually feel anything for him. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His ardent attention between her thighs drew gasps and moans of pleasure from parted lips, her hips rising off the bed in the throes of desire. A finger penetrating her core, she groaned that much harder, velvety walls squeezing tight around the invading digit. The deliberate curls of his finger, the blissful swipes of his tongue, his focus on drawing her to the pinnacle of ecstasy… all of this soon worked together to bring her to her peak, her back arching as she cried out in earnest.
At that moment, she didn’t even care if someone heard her, writhing in euphoria beneath the ministrations of his mouth. Knees shaking with the force of her orgasm, she finally pushed him away with a shuddering sigh as she collapsed back against the bed. Drawing in several ragged breaths, she smirked down at him with a sated heat in her eyes. Gods, was this just a preview of what was to come? If so, she wanted her hands on him more than ever.
Leaning down to grab the front of his chiton and guide his mouth up to hers, she kissed him fiercely, her tongue forcing its way between his lips to sample her own musky taste. Breathlessly breaking away, her cheeks were flushed and eyes bright as her fingers sifted through his hair. Smirking, she shook her head and let her hand rest against his cheek. “You’re a man full of surprises, aren’t you, Lord Keikelius?” she asked with a soft laugh, the back of her hand stroking along his jaw. “It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you the most.”
To have a man so singularly invested in her pleasure was a marvel in itself; men were often very selfish creatures when it came to the bedroom and the princess had never been with a man who took such time to ensure her own enjoyment. It was a positive delight and spoke volumes of the dynamic their marriage was to hold. A man who actively sought her attention and happiness rather than simply his own advancement? It was truly more than Circenia had ever thought she would achieve.
Of course, Princess Circenia of Xanthos was no stranger to selfishness. Before Keikelius, she was never with any man that she couldn’t use in some way. Up until she met the Stravos lord, she herself had every intention of marriage for the sake of advancement. And in a sense, that’s what her marriage to Keikelius would be. But she hadn’t expected to actually feel anything for him. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
His ardent attention between her thighs drew gasps and moans of pleasure from parted lips, her hips rising off the bed in the throes of desire. A finger penetrating her core, she groaned that much harder, velvety walls squeezing tight around the invading digit. The deliberate curls of his finger, the blissful swipes of his tongue, his focus on drawing her to the pinnacle of ecstasy… all of this soon worked together to bring her to her peak, her back arching as she cried out in earnest.
At that moment, she didn’t even care if someone heard her, writhing in euphoria beneath the ministrations of his mouth. Knees shaking with the force of her orgasm, she finally pushed him away with a shuddering sigh as she collapsed back against the bed. Drawing in several ragged breaths, she smirked down at him with a sated heat in her eyes. Gods, was this just a preview of what was to come? If so, she wanted her hands on him more than ever.
Leaning down to grab the front of his chiton and guide his mouth up to hers, she kissed him fiercely, her tongue forcing its way between his lips to sample her own musky taste. Breathlessly breaking away, her cheeks were flushed and eyes bright as her fingers sifted through his hair. Smirking, she shook her head and let her hand rest against his cheek. “You’re a man full of surprises, aren’t you, Lord Keikelius?” she asked with a soft laugh, the back of her hand stroking along his jaw. “It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you the most.”
Watching his future wife come undone before she was technically even his was a euphoria all its own. Circenia didn't belong to her brother anymore, but to Keikelius. Though their engagement was new, the Stravos lord knew that this would soon become a norm. That did not make it any less exciting of an aspect of their relationship. It just meant that she would react well to his advances even in the future. Their compatibility was starkly seen in the moment when her body arched slightly off the bed and her voice filled her chambers.
The servants were now too afraid to return to her rooms. Not after the tongue lashing that she had given the serving girl for running in before. For all they knew, the princess could have been servicing herself. It was not an unsual thing to do. When the desire arose, it was normal, really. Keikelius was glad that that was what they seemed to assume, leaving to the two of them to privacy no one even knew that the two of them had together.
In complete awe of her beauty as she climaxed, Keikelius let his jaw drop just slightly and for just a moment before the expression was replaced with one of soft amusement. And he did no deny his future bride his mouth, capturing her lips with his own and letting his tongue brush slowly against hers in an exploratory manner, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When she pulled away, he caught his breath, smirking down at her as she spoke.
"There are very many more where this came from, princess," Keikelius murmured lowly and under his breath. "But I'm afraid the last surprise of the night is that I must bid you to sleep," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, but angling his hips away so that he could not feel the hardening desire between his legs and lure him further into her bed than he'd already allowed himself. "I hope that I have left you sated until our next meeting..." he murmured against her lips, though he made no move at all to leave just yet.
Keikelius was contented to kiss her until the sun rose if she begged him to. Then again, he was sure that if he did stay, he'd end up lost between her thighs. That would only lead to a rushing of their wedding and questions of legitimacy, so he wouldn't allow himself to linger much longer. But she was a siren, singing a tune that he desperately wanted to follow.
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Watching his future wife come undone before she was technically even his was a euphoria all its own. Circenia didn't belong to her brother anymore, but to Keikelius. Though their engagement was new, the Stravos lord knew that this would soon become a norm. That did not make it any less exciting of an aspect of their relationship. It just meant that she would react well to his advances even in the future. Their compatibility was starkly seen in the moment when her body arched slightly off the bed and her voice filled her chambers.
The servants were now too afraid to return to her rooms. Not after the tongue lashing that she had given the serving girl for running in before. For all they knew, the princess could have been servicing herself. It was not an unsual thing to do. When the desire arose, it was normal, really. Keikelius was glad that that was what they seemed to assume, leaving to the two of them to privacy no one even knew that the two of them had together.
In complete awe of her beauty as she climaxed, Keikelius let his jaw drop just slightly and for just a moment before the expression was replaced with one of soft amusement. And he did no deny his future bride his mouth, capturing her lips with his own and letting his tongue brush slowly against hers in an exploratory manner, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When she pulled away, he caught his breath, smirking down at her as she spoke.
"There are very many more where this came from, princess," Keikelius murmured lowly and under his breath. "But I'm afraid the last surprise of the night is that I must bid you to sleep," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, but angling his hips away so that he could not feel the hardening desire between his legs and lure him further into her bed than he'd already allowed himself. "I hope that I have left you sated until our next meeting..." he murmured against her lips, though he made no move at all to leave just yet.
Keikelius was contented to kiss her until the sun rose if she begged him to. Then again, he was sure that if he did stay, he'd end up lost between her thighs. That would only lead to a rushing of their wedding and questions of legitimacy, so he wouldn't allow himself to linger much longer. But she was a siren, singing a tune that he desperately wanted to follow.
Watching his future wife come undone before she was technically even his was a euphoria all its own. Circenia didn't belong to her brother anymore, but to Keikelius. Though their engagement was new, the Stravos lord knew that this would soon become a norm. That did not make it any less exciting of an aspect of their relationship. It just meant that she would react well to his advances even in the future. Their compatibility was starkly seen in the moment when her body arched slightly off the bed and her voice filled her chambers.
The servants were now too afraid to return to her rooms. Not after the tongue lashing that she had given the serving girl for running in before. For all they knew, the princess could have been servicing herself. It was not an unsual thing to do. When the desire arose, it was normal, really. Keikelius was glad that that was what they seemed to assume, leaving to the two of them to privacy no one even knew that the two of them had together.
In complete awe of her beauty as she climaxed, Keikelius let his jaw drop just slightly and for just a moment before the expression was replaced with one of soft amusement. And he did no deny his future bride his mouth, capturing her lips with his own and letting his tongue brush slowly against hers in an exploratory manner, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When she pulled away, he caught his breath, smirking down at her as she spoke.
"There are very many more where this came from, princess," Keikelius murmured lowly and under his breath. "But I'm afraid the last surprise of the night is that I must bid you to sleep," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again, but angling his hips away so that he could not feel the hardening desire between his legs and lure him further into her bed than he'd already allowed himself. "I hope that I have left you sated until our next meeting..." he murmured against her lips, though he made no move at all to leave just yet.
Keikelius was contented to kiss her until the sun rose if she begged him to. Then again, he was sure that if he did stay, he'd end up lost between her thighs. That would only lead to a rushing of their wedding and questions of legitimacy, so he wouldn't allow himself to linger much longer. But she was a siren, singing a tune that he desperately wanted to follow.
There are very many more where this came from, princess.
“That better be a promise,” Circenia murmured in a husky response, her eyes lingering on his mouth as he pulled back from her. He didn’t part from her long though, dropping another kiss against her lips as he told her he needed to depart. Her fingers tangled in his hair so he could not break the kiss again so soon, all too happy to remain caught up in the moment. Caught up in him.
When at last she let the kiss halt, she could hardly keep the smile from her lips. She didn’t want him to leave, and that, in itself, was a wonder. She very quickly grew tired of the company of others, but with Keikelius, that never really seemed to happen. His quiet and stalwart presence was more than tolerable; she only wished she could spend more time in it. She could hardly wait until they were wed, when so much of his time would be her own. And when she would no longer have to bear such restraint.
“I wish you could sleep here beside me,” she replied in a soft voice, her hand slowly stroking across his bearded cheek. “And leave me even more sated than before.”
A mischievous smile curled her mouth, the ball of her thumb brushing over his lower lip. However, she knew they were only playing with fire now, and as far as she wanted to go, she didn’t dare. Even as he spoke, saying he needed to leave, he did not move, and she didn’t doubt that she could have lured him in again had she tried. Men were easy that way; expose a bit of flesh, and their attention was held. But Keikelius was different, and even as he seemed to adore the way her body writhed beneath his, he seemed equally as enthralled with her. And it was something the vain woman could not resist.
“Go now, before I beg you to stay,” she whispered as she pulled him in for another kiss, letting this one linger for several long breaths before pulling away with a gentle bite to his lip. “Every night until the night we are wed, I will think of you, my lord, I can assure you of that.” While many lies passed Circenia’s lips on any given day, this was not one; the Stravos lord had wormed his way into her head, and he was not likely to leave it any time soon.
Releasing him, she brushed her gown back down over her legs, sitting up properly in her bed as she turned another smile his way. “Go on, my lord,” she urged him again with a playful titter of laughter. “And think of me as ardently as I will you. Remember my voice groaning your name until I lay beneath you in earnest.”
Biting her lip on another smirk, she glanced down before her mirth betrayed her. “And mind your passage through the halls. I imagine there’s a few nosy ears lingering nearby right about now.”
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There are very many more where this came from, princess.
“That better be a promise,” Circenia murmured in a husky response, her eyes lingering on his mouth as he pulled back from her. He didn’t part from her long though, dropping another kiss against her lips as he told her he needed to depart. Her fingers tangled in his hair so he could not break the kiss again so soon, all too happy to remain caught up in the moment. Caught up in him.
When at last she let the kiss halt, she could hardly keep the smile from her lips. She didn’t want him to leave, and that, in itself, was a wonder. She very quickly grew tired of the company of others, but with Keikelius, that never really seemed to happen. His quiet and stalwart presence was more than tolerable; she only wished she could spend more time in it. She could hardly wait until they were wed, when so much of his time would be her own. And when she would no longer have to bear such restraint.
“I wish you could sleep here beside me,” she replied in a soft voice, her hand slowly stroking across his bearded cheek. “And leave me even more sated than before.”
A mischievous smile curled her mouth, the ball of her thumb brushing over his lower lip. However, she knew they were only playing with fire now, and as far as she wanted to go, she didn’t dare. Even as he spoke, saying he needed to leave, he did not move, and she didn’t doubt that she could have lured him in again had she tried. Men were easy that way; expose a bit of flesh, and their attention was held. But Keikelius was different, and even as he seemed to adore the way her body writhed beneath his, he seemed equally as enthralled with her. And it was something the vain woman could not resist.
“Go now, before I beg you to stay,” she whispered as she pulled him in for another kiss, letting this one linger for several long breaths before pulling away with a gentle bite to his lip. “Every night until the night we are wed, I will think of you, my lord, I can assure you of that.” While many lies passed Circenia’s lips on any given day, this was not one; the Stravos lord had wormed his way into her head, and he was not likely to leave it any time soon.
Releasing him, she brushed her gown back down over her legs, sitting up properly in her bed as she turned another smile his way. “Go on, my lord,” she urged him again with a playful titter of laughter. “And think of me as ardently as I will you. Remember my voice groaning your name until I lay beneath you in earnest.”
Biting her lip on another smirk, she glanced down before her mirth betrayed her. “And mind your passage through the halls. I imagine there’s a few nosy ears lingering nearby right about now.”
There are very many more where this came from, princess.
“That better be a promise,” Circenia murmured in a husky response, her eyes lingering on his mouth as he pulled back from her. He didn’t part from her long though, dropping another kiss against her lips as he told her he needed to depart. Her fingers tangled in his hair so he could not break the kiss again so soon, all too happy to remain caught up in the moment. Caught up in him.
When at last she let the kiss halt, she could hardly keep the smile from her lips. She didn’t want him to leave, and that, in itself, was a wonder. She very quickly grew tired of the company of others, but with Keikelius, that never really seemed to happen. His quiet and stalwart presence was more than tolerable; she only wished she could spend more time in it. She could hardly wait until they were wed, when so much of his time would be her own. And when she would no longer have to bear such restraint.
“I wish you could sleep here beside me,” she replied in a soft voice, her hand slowly stroking across his bearded cheek. “And leave me even more sated than before.”
A mischievous smile curled her mouth, the ball of her thumb brushing over his lower lip. However, she knew they were only playing with fire now, and as far as she wanted to go, she didn’t dare. Even as he spoke, saying he needed to leave, he did not move, and she didn’t doubt that she could have lured him in again had she tried. Men were easy that way; expose a bit of flesh, and their attention was held. But Keikelius was different, and even as he seemed to adore the way her body writhed beneath his, he seemed equally as enthralled with her. And it was something the vain woman could not resist.
“Go now, before I beg you to stay,” she whispered as she pulled him in for another kiss, letting this one linger for several long breaths before pulling away with a gentle bite to his lip. “Every night until the night we are wed, I will think of you, my lord, I can assure you of that.” While many lies passed Circenia’s lips on any given day, this was not one; the Stravos lord had wormed his way into her head, and he was not likely to leave it any time soon.
Releasing him, she brushed her gown back down over her legs, sitting up properly in her bed as she turned another smile his way. “Go on, my lord,” she urged him again with a playful titter of laughter. “And think of me as ardently as I will you. Remember my voice groaning your name until I lay beneath you in earnest.”
Biting her lip on another smirk, she glanced down before her mirth betrayed her. “And mind your passage through the halls. I imagine there’s a few nosy ears lingering nearby right about now.”