Kisses.

Bites.

Pleasure.

A pure plethora of ecstasy spread throughout my body as the dancer thoroughly sated her hunger. She steadied her fingers across my shoulders, never once meeting my eyes, as she sucked her way from the tip of my chin, down the passage of my neck.

But only her hunger was being fulfilled.

"Tell me hayati, why did you choose to enter my chamber, when there is a kingdom full of desirable males with almost as much royal value as me?" I questioned, though not because I was a male, yearning in vain, for the compliments of a female.

"Full of questions, your majesty? Am I not succeeding in my mission to have you only use your tongue when necessary?" Her face travelled upwards again as she whispered those words against my ears. She fluidly wrapped her legs around my waist in a way that was elegant enough to highlight her main talents - dancing.

But she still refrained from greeting my eyes.

Why is that bothering me?

"Mission? Are indulging in your carnal pleasures supposedly a regular 'mission' for you, hayati?" I questioned, gently cupping her face as I drew back slightly.

"Why linger so much on mere words, Prince Elijah? Words do not always need to have a crucial meaning behind them. Actions, however, speak in an entirely different way." In an instant, she crashed her lips against mine, eliciting a sensual groan from me.

Her nails sharply carved straight down my bare back, as if it was an automated response.

I grabbed her chin, eliminating the proximity of our lips, and stared straight into her eyes. Dark blue eyes that were so close to me, that I could almost just see my reflection that was scrutinising her.

"Words are often a blatant reflection of one's true thoughts, or a hideously covered up delivery of dialogues - shrouded by lies. Both, very powerful in their own way. Therefore, they cannot be underestimated." I stated with a light smile, to which her eyes narrowed in a thoughtful manner.

I could see it. She was unable to fully dissolve my words, for her concentration was still partly directed at my swollen lips.

"I greatly respect your control right now, but I surely do not appreciate it. Therefore, your majesty, allow me to take control from now on." With that, she slammed my body back onto the bed, wrapping one hand around my head, and one hand around my sex.

I grabbed her hips toward me, understanding the sudden urgency, and flipped her underneath me, making her gasp.

"Then make it count, hayati."

She smiled slyly, reconnecting our lips in seconds, grounding herself against my body. She swayed as our breaths mingled together, the feeling of my fingers tracing her heavenly curves reminding me of her wondrous talent in the ballroom.

Her disgruntled moans; they heightened the lustful need in the air and I haltingly opened my eyes again. I saw her eyelids flutter open as she released her lips from mine, taking a very slow breath, that almost sounded like a sigh.

Her eyes cast themselves down as if she was taking the time to think, and her fingers gracefully travelled along the acute line of my jaw.

She breathed heavily before finally looking directly into my eyes for the first time since she ripped my clothes off without any warning.

The dancer elevated her fingers from my jaw to the edge of my mouth, her eyes still giving absolutely nothing away.

"I wonder if your tongue could cease its ability to form words for your heart's questions when they're inside me."

I was taken aback.

"Could you repeat that, hayati?" My whisper lingered between our naked bodies.

"Will they?" Her fingers grazed my lips again, almost touching the tip of my tongue.

She was positioned right in front of me, granting me full permission to explore her body throughout the night.

Then why am I hesitating?

"What do you expect me to find there? Do you think moments of pleasure is enough to stop my running mind for a while?" I flickered my gaze to her sex, wondering if I could finally find what I've been searching for everywhere.

Love.

"Do you expect me to give you more?"

"I want more than pleasure. I want to know... I want to know if I can find love."

There was silence. Her shallow breaths thundered down to a pause.

I knew it was the wrong moment to ask. I knew it was the wrong moment to recall the conversation between me and my father. But I couldn't resist the urge to start somewhere.

The dancer's eyebrows slightly lifted upwards with a different curiosity to my own.

"You want a worthy answer, don't you? Something that could keep your mind at bay, even for a little while."

I slowly nodded, with an unwavering attention.

"What you want, is very different from what you actually need, your majesty."

"Speaking in riddles?" I brushed my fingers along her hair, gathering the soft waves together.

She grimaced for no apparent reason. "Never. I'm just saying that even though what you want may sound very pleasurable to you, what you truly need comes from pleasure itself." She took both of my hands that were holding her hair and placed them on either side of her waist.

"The night ends. The sun rises. Our eyes would meet. The night we meet again, your curiosity would have already disappeared because you'd have explored everything there was to see. You'd eventually realise the sad truth that there is nothing else to see or taste. That is what you want." She whispered as she tenderly traced the shell between her thighs, resting her head on the pillows beneath her.

Her eyes sparkled in the dim chamber. "What's worse is that you'll think that is the beauty of the daze. You'll believe in the stupefying trance so much you'll feel like you're falling for something that actually doesn't even exist.

"Pleasure becomes new every day. You'll want to forget when the sun rises and you'll be blissfully remembering again between these sheets when it sets. Now, you tell me what you really want, or what it is that you actually need, your majesty."

I didn't know. I was more confused than before.

Despite my perplexed gaze, she continued. "Love has the potential to become painful. Destructive, even. Pleasure doesn't. You give me the power to do anything to you when you find love in me. Let the devils forbid that." She chuckled half-heartedly, her focus parting from what she supposedly intended to do when falling into bed with me.

In seconds, she was pushing me back onto the bed, still smiling as if she knew something I didn't.

"I wonder again. What would I do when your tongue swirls around my clit?" The dancer moved her hands around my chest like she was smoothly playing an instrument.

Something has changed.

I could feel it when I met the sharp gaze in her eyes - the soft bluntness at the beginning had turned into something dangerous to even a little touch.

Something toxic.

"What would you do?" I responded, with flickers of small doubts slithering up inside me.

"Let me imagine that." Her eyes closed, as her smile cornered itself to one side.

When she opened them again, I could have never been prepared for the words that poured out of her mouth.

"I would rip your tongue from its venture when you would least expect it, when you're too deep inside me to look back, and I'd crush it with my own nails. I would then slam my mouth against yours, reminding you of what you lost. You wouldn't even be able to speak or scream, your majesty," She came closer to my face and whispered, "Or even breathe."

Her hands were around my throat before I could react, restricting my breathing right in front of my eyes.

I started to breathe raggedly, feeling the force of every gasp of air plunging in and out, struggling to survive.

No.

None of my winning battles were served to me on a golden platter. Even if they were, I refused. I wanted to win it myself. It was no different here.

She had made a grave mistake. It was too unfortunate that I had to reward her that realisation.

I grabbed my sword from underneath the bedsheets, moments before I lost consciousness and drove it right through the dancer's stomach.

The bleeding rapidly began as she let go of my throat, her arms falling beside her.

She didn't even try to shield the outflow of blood.

"Who are you, hayati?"

"Fuck you, your majesty."

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A long first chapter. Sorry. I'm bad at this :-/

Hope you enjoyed it. 🌹🌹