Look Beyond The Horizon
A/N: Wow!! Thank you so much for reviewing the story. I had never thought to get this much support… hehehe… Anyway standard disclaimers are applied.
Umm… to those who had been reading my other fics, I just wanna say that the other chapters are coming up once I had finished the seventh chapter for the FY/SM story…lol… and of course I get the ideas to write the chapters.. hehehe *runs away from the glares and flying tomatoes*
Chapter 2: The Swim.
Soft chirpings were heard as a stranger traced the path towards her secluded retreat. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the black goddess stopped in a clearing.
There, in front of her is a magnificent sight that threatens to steal the breath of its viewer. Fishes could be seen darting around large rocks in the crystal clear lake. Tall trees shaded the lake, making the water cold.
Lilac sat on the green lushes grass as she basked herself in the sunlight.
It is such a good day to be out. All of her chores are done, so the crazed witch would not have another reason to whip her again. She knew it is a sin to call someone names, but she just can't help herself!
If the so good stepmother of hers is sane, she would not have beat or whip her for every mistakes she had done. Be it small or big. If there were no mistakes, the crazed lady would find a reason to get to her. It is like she is possessed by a demon!
Calloused fingers slowly undo the ties to her tattered dress. Lilac blanched as the dress accidentally brushed against her raw ferocious marks.
It had taken a month for the wounds to close permanently. If it weren't for that obnoxious prince, Lilac would not have these marks on her. Bah! Sooner or later, she is bound to feel the whip slash across her skin again since the search for the shitake mushrooms had been fruitless.
Drake.
It seems to her that all of the rumors about him are false. Well with the exception of his handsome dark features. He is not as cruel as everyone thought he is or hot tempered. If he is as what people say he is, then he should have acted as the crazy witch back home.
Lilac frowned. She had only met him and she is already making conclusions about him. What if all of her conclusions about him are wrong and all of the rumors are true?
Dismissing the thought away, Lilac tested the clear water with her foe. Smiling at the cool temperature, the water nymph vanished into the water.
Footsteps reverberated across the walls. Opening a door, Drake entered his sleeping chamber.
Although it was wide and bid, his chamber was scarcely furnished. Two large trunks one filled with his clothes and the other filled with his armor and weapons. A small table topped with washing basin stood beside a large window. A huge bed completed the furnishings as it stood majestically at the center of the room.
Unbuckling his razor sharp sword, Drake set it on top of a trunk. Shrugging off his stained shirt, Drake strode towards the washing basin. His muscles rippled as the prince washed himself off the dirt and grime from his tanned body.
The entire morning he had been busy training and sparring with the soldiers. Although it had been back breaking since today was the day for the training of the new recruits, it still couldn't give him a full solace he needed.
A pair of clear bright violet eyes appeared in his mind. The hauntingly sweet melodious voice rang in his ears. The sweet intoxicating vanilla smell filled his senses.
Lilac.
The daughter of the late Baron of Oakwood had been plaguing his mind since the moment he had rest his eyes on her. There is something about her that captivated him.
A smile tugged at his hard lips. She had treated him indifferently, treated him as equal, not as the one that bears title. He was surprised at her burst of anger when he had teased her about her little in the woods.
Her eyes had flashed with anger intriguing him all the more. But the action that he couldn't get out from his mind was when she had let his fist fly. Whatever had made her do such a thing? To react on impulse is certainly a big mistake especially in the areas of battle.
Drake sighed as he leaned against the mantel.
Lilac is a walking puzzle. One moment she can be angry and looked as if she could conquer the world and the next she would be as timid as a mouse.
He still remembered the way she had looked so defeated when she realized that her search. He had even felt her shudder when they were back at her house, confronting the baroness. It was obvious that Lilac is afraid of her and he wasn't blind to see the disgust and hatred in the old baroness eyes.
Drake valued honesty more that anything else. It angers and sickens him whenever he found out anyone lying to him. He had gone through years of war to teach him everything to detect a liar. And it so happens that the baroness is one of the above.
It took him all of his discipline to restrain himself from choking the elder woman alive. How could Lilac live with it?
Donning his shirt, he strode out of his chambers and to the stables with bows and arrows. Reining his stallion, he kneed the stallion to the direction of the woods.
Midnight hair gleamed starkly in the crystal clear water. Ruby lips parted and a sigh escaped.
"Pure bliss…"
Twisting her slender body, Lilac once again dived into the water.
On foot now, Drake led his stallion to the crystal clear water. As the horse watered itself, Drake splashed the cooling water onto his face. The sounds of the neighing horse broke the tranquility of the magical place.
Black sleek hair plastered on his chiseled features as Drake turned his head towards the sound.
A run down blue gown splayed in the bank of the lake. Curious, Drake took long strides and covered the distance. As he picked up the garment, a very familiar intoxicating vanilla smell filled senses.
Lilac!
Eyes wide with frantic, Drake looked around for the answer. Unable to find her, Drake stared at the ripples of water in horror.
Water rippled as Drake sliced through the clear water. Surfacing, Drake whipped around to find any clue and plunged in once again. After much kicking and paddling, at last Drake found a clue.
Black silken locks floated around a creamy white skinned body. Using his powerful legs and arms, Drake kicked and pushed against the waters. Grabbing Lilac's limp body, Drake surged to the surface.
Blissful oxygen rushed through his lungs as Drake gasps for air. Grabbing Lilac about her slender waist, Drake slowly threaded to the bank of the lake.
An emotion that is foreign to him hits him as Drake noted that Lilac had failed to breathe. Turning her on stomach, Drake pressed hard on her back for several times, oblivious to the angry raw marks. Getting no reaction from her, Drake turned her over again and did the process that the gypsy called as "Kiss of Life".
Pinching her nose, Drake leaned down and clamped his mouth to her parted blue lips and breathed out. Releasing her mouth, Drake began to press with his both hands on her lower abdomen several times. Drake was determined to bring her back so he did the entire process repeatedly.
Lilac felt her lungs being renewed with new amount of air. Gasping, Lilac coughed out the wretched water that had been choking her lungs.
Drake watched in relief as Lilac leaned on her sides. Her body shook with tremors as she coughed out the last excess water. Soon relief turned to anger.
"What the hell did you think you were doing woman?"
Spitting out the last water, wary eyes flitted towards the glowering prince. Eyes lowered to the wet grass, Lilac sighed, "I was taking a swim."
Calloused hand ran through the thick wet black hair. "Taking a swim you did. You nearly took a swim with the archangel himself."
Pale wet wrinkled fingers tucked a loose strand of wet hair. "It's a warm day and I decided I cool myself with a swim. What problem is there in that?"
Drake looked as if he wanted to strangle something or better still, someone. How dense can the woman get?
"The problem is that you seem not to know how to swim properly and nearly drowned or should I remind you of that."
"I know perfectly in the arts of swimming! And why would a prince be worried about a mere slave girl like me?" This time is was Lilac's turn to glare. She is grateful to him for saving her life but at his moment, she is in no mood to entertain such behavior. After all, she is late in returning and who knows what the old lady had planned for her.
Drake was momentarily stunned by the way she regard herself? Slave girl? So his theory is true. The baroness is a liar. Brought back to the current situation, he soon was back to shooting daggers.
"What difference is there between a prince and the rest? Only title is the only one that separates us. The rest, we are equal. And one of them is conscience and emotions."
"Then why did you not do anything about the sufferings that a handful of us faced?" Lilac wanted to shout the question but her voice betrayed her and cracked at the end. Quickly, violet eyes averted themselves as tears threatened to fall.
Unlucky for her, Drake noticed the glazing eyes. The old lady head done something to Lilac and the thought of its made his hands shook in anger.
Reaching out, he tenderly rapped her chin and made her face him. "Tell me. What did she do to you?"
Couldn't be able to stand his searching gaze, Lilac lowered her gaze to his naked muscular chest. "She did nothing. I am late. I have to go."
Lilac made a move to stand but Drake was faster. His arm shot out and locked around her waist. Stumbling down, Lilac braced herself to feel the hard ground. Instead, she landed into Drake's embrace.
Violet eyes met midnight eyes. Swallowing her pride from retorting about his actions, Lilac pleaded. "Please your highness. Let me go."
Drake suppressed the urge to shake the impossible woman for being formal. Instead, he drew her cold soft body closer to him. "Tell me what she did and I will let you go."
At the touch of his naked chest to her body, Lilac stiffened. However, his warmth seems to inviting and unconsciously, the black beauty snuggled closer.
Drake had to bite out a groan from escaping when he felt her move. Perhaps he should have let her go especially since he had realized she is only wearing a chemise that now strikes to her like a second skin.
"Well? I won't let you go till you tell me."
"Please Drake. I have to go now or else I shall be in a dire situation."
Drake was expecting her to rant and rave like before. Instead he was momentarily stupefied when he heard her sobbed plea. He turned to look at her face and saw a pearl of tear trickling down her beautiful face. How does one handle a crying woman? An angry woman he can handle but a crying one?
Soon more tears followed suit and Lilac's body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed. Years of frustration, anger and disgust that had been well kept by the thick walls that had thickened over the years slowly seeped out of its prison.
For the first time in his life, his stomach quenched at the sight of a crying woman. He had a feeling that the baroness is responsible for the heart-wrenching sobs and it gives him another reason in his list to throttle the lady.
Unknown to Lilac, Drake had now tenderly placed her head at the crook of his neck and tenderly stroking her back. Drake rocked her sobbing body as he stroke her back gently. Cold smooth flesh, soft and-
Black eyebrows creased just above his widow's peak. Smoothing down his hand again, he felt for a certain part. It is there! Looking down, the frown on his face if possible became fiercer.
Crimson marks where once a whip had laid scarred the flawless skin. Without even thinking twice, he already knew who is responsible for it and the reasons to Lilac's weeping. It seems that the list for killing the old lady kept mounting by the minute.
"She did this didn't she?" The prince was not surprised when he got no reply except for hiccups and sobbing.
Drake plastered on his scowl. "Well I think you deserved it."
Instantly, the sobbing ceased to hiccups. Drake felt her pull away and let her. Glazy violet eyes, tear streaked face and swollen ruby lips faced him in a most deathly glare.
Fragile chin notched up and the ruby lips parted. "I suppose it is useless to make a person who has almost everything understand what I am going through."
Without a further ado, Drake shot out his comments. "And pray amuse me with what I do not have my fair lady."
Lilac had to grit her teeth from shouting at the impossible man before her. "A heart."
An eyebrow raised in amusement. " 'Tis with my greatest sympathy my fair lady but to tell you that I do have a heart. One cannot live without a heart."
Violet eyes rolled heavenward. "It is not the physical heart that I meant. It is the metaphor that I meant."
"Ahh… so tell me my fair damsel what this metaphor heart is." Drake knew what it meant but he decided to play the game.
"With a heart comes compassion and love. Alas your highness, you do not seem to have one." Lilac stood up, towering the crouching prince and also unconsciously- giving him an ample view of her womanly curves.
Drake's eyes lingered on her long shapely legs to her slender waist, her full bosom that had filled itself into the chemise and lastly to her face where dark wavy locks had rested itself against her chest and on her waist. The prince could feel himself getting hot and reluctantly tore his gaze from the splendid view to her captivating eyes.
Lilac felt her stomach churn with heat when she saw his midnight eyes changed into coal. What is that man staring at? Irritated, she shot out the question.
"You." Strange but she had thought that his voice had sounded husky. Curious, she looked down at herself.
Blood rushed to her face as she looked down at herself. It is no wonder he is staring so openly! She is only wearing a chemise that unfortunately was a pass down from her stepsisters and now due to it, the chemise had become near transparent.
Making a move towards her dress, Lilac covered her front. "A gentleman would not look."
"Is that so? If I am not mistaken, one must have a heart to be a gentleman. Alas I do not have one. You said so yourself, my lady," Drake smirked devilishly.
Glaring, Lilac donned the dress quickly, which was a mistake. A cry touched her lips as the garment brushed painfully against her raw wounds. All at once, Drake was up and at her side.
"Let me help you." Drake gently pried the part that had caught itself on the scars and let it fall down to her ankles.
Eyes closed, Lilac suppressed the urge to shudder at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. Opening her eyes, Lilac met Drake's heated gaze. Somehow he had moved around her when she had her eyes closed.
Lowering her gaze, Lilac rested her gaze on Drake's hard chiseled lips. That was when the thought of how it felt to be kissed by the man crossed her mind.
As if he could read her mind, Drake slowly lowered his lips to hers. Lilac was shocked at the contact of his lips on hers. She had never expected his lips to be so… soft and inviting. Closing her eyes, she savored the kiss, her first kiss.
Drake felt Lilac pressed her body against his, silently asking for more. Resting his hands on her slender waist, Drake marveled at how they perfectly fit each other. Grazing his lips over hers again and again, he at last took suckled her soft lips.
A gasp touched her lips and Drake took the advantage of slipping his velvety tongue into her honeyed mouth.
Not an inch of her sweet cave was left unexplored. Their tongue stroked and played with each other, engaging in a strange dance. Drake wanted to feel more of this new feeling that the seductress had bestowed upon him. When he felt her arms slowly creeping around his neck, Drake brought her up to his chest.
Drake could feel himself getting hotter as his mouth slanted over hers again and again. She is so responsive and innocent that he is driven with a need not to stop but to continue onward.
The sounds that Lilac made in her throat rang a bell in his mind. His body screamed in protest as Drake reluctantly moved his lips away. If he weren't so hard and hot in desire for the beauty in his arms, he would have smiled arrogantly at her whimpered protest.
It took Lilac quite some time to recover from her dazed condition. Blood rushed up to her face as she finally realized how very close she is with the smirking prince. She is practically clinging onto him.
Releasing her hold abruptly, Lilac immediately blurted the only thought that crossed her mind. "I have to get going now."
Drake watched with heated amusement as the captivating beauty literally run back to her house.
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A/N: hehehe… sorry for ending it so sudden. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. Bye for now but don't worry, I will be back to update the next chapter by the end of July if I have no assignments and work to be done..lol ciao!
A/N: Wow!! Thank you so much for reviewing the story. I had never thought to get this much support… hehehe… Anyway standard disclaimers are applied.
Umm… to those who had been reading my other fics, I just wanna say that the other chapters are coming up once I had finished the seventh chapter for the FY/SM story…lol… and of course I get the ideas to write the chapters.. hehehe *runs away from the glares and flying tomatoes*
Chapter 2: The Swim.
Soft chirpings were heard as a stranger traced the path towards her secluded retreat. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the black goddess stopped in a clearing.
There, in front of her is a magnificent sight that threatens to steal the breath of its viewer. Fishes could be seen darting around large rocks in the crystal clear lake. Tall trees shaded the lake, making the water cold.
Lilac sat on the green lushes grass as she basked herself in the sunlight.
It is such a good day to be out. All of her chores are done, so the crazed witch would not have another reason to whip her again. She knew it is a sin to call someone names, but she just can't help herself!
If the so good stepmother of hers is sane, she would not have beat or whip her for every mistakes she had done. Be it small or big. If there were no mistakes, the crazed lady would find a reason to get to her. It is like she is possessed by a demon!
Calloused fingers slowly undo the ties to her tattered dress. Lilac blanched as the dress accidentally brushed against her raw ferocious marks.
It had taken a month for the wounds to close permanently. If it weren't for that obnoxious prince, Lilac would not have these marks on her. Bah! Sooner or later, she is bound to feel the whip slash across her skin again since the search for the shitake mushrooms had been fruitless.
Drake.
It seems to her that all of the rumors about him are false. Well with the exception of his handsome dark features. He is not as cruel as everyone thought he is or hot tempered. If he is as what people say he is, then he should have acted as the crazy witch back home.
Lilac frowned. She had only met him and she is already making conclusions about him. What if all of her conclusions about him are wrong and all of the rumors are true?
Dismissing the thought away, Lilac tested the clear water with her foe. Smiling at the cool temperature, the water nymph vanished into the water.
Footsteps reverberated across the walls. Opening a door, Drake entered his sleeping chamber.
Although it was wide and bid, his chamber was scarcely furnished. Two large trunks one filled with his clothes and the other filled with his armor and weapons. A small table topped with washing basin stood beside a large window. A huge bed completed the furnishings as it stood majestically at the center of the room.
Unbuckling his razor sharp sword, Drake set it on top of a trunk. Shrugging off his stained shirt, Drake strode towards the washing basin. His muscles rippled as the prince washed himself off the dirt and grime from his tanned body.
The entire morning he had been busy training and sparring with the soldiers. Although it had been back breaking since today was the day for the training of the new recruits, it still couldn't give him a full solace he needed.
A pair of clear bright violet eyes appeared in his mind. The hauntingly sweet melodious voice rang in his ears. The sweet intoxicating vanilla smell filled his senses.
Lilac.
The daughter of the late Baron of Oakwood had been plaguing his mind since the moment he had rest his eyes on her. There is something about her that captivated him.
A smile tugged at his hard lips. She had treated him indifferently, treated him as equal, not as the one that bears title. He was surprised at her burst of anger when he had teased her about her little in the woods.
Her eyes had flashed with anger intriguing him all the more. But the action that he couldn't get out from his mind was when she had let his fist fly. Whatever had made her do such a thing? To react on impulse is certainly a big mistake especially in the areas of battle.
Drake sighed as he leaned against the mantel.
Lilac is a walking puzzle. One moment she can be angry and looked as if she could conquer the world and the next she would be as timid as a mouse.
He still remembered the way she had looked so defeated when she realized that her search. He had even felt her shudder when they were back at her house, confronting the baroness. It was obvious that Lilac is afraid of her and he wasn't blind to see the disgust and hatred in the old baroness eyes.
Drake valued honesty more that anything else. It angers and sickens him whenever he found out anyone lying to him. He had gone through years of war to teach him everything to detect a liar. And it so happens that the baroness is one of the above.
It took him all of his discipline to restrain himself from choking the elder woman alive. How could Lilac live with it?
Donning his shirt, he strode out of his chambers and to the stables with bows and arrows. Reining his stallion, he kneed the stallion to the direction of the woods.
Midnight hair gleamed starkly in the crystal clear water. Ruby lips parted and a sigh escaped.
"Pure bliss…"
Twisting her slender body, Lilac once again dived into the water.
On foot now, Drake led his stallion to the crystal clear water. As the horse watered itself, Drake splashed the cooling water onto his face. The sounds of the neighing horse broke the tranquility of the magical place.
Black sleek hair plastered on his chiseled features as Drake turned his head towards the sound.
A run down blue gown splayed in the bank of the lake. Curious, Drake took long strides and covered the distance. As he picked up the garment, a very familiar intoxicating vanilla smell filled senses.
Lilac!
Eyes wide with frantic, Drake looked around for the answer. Unable to find her, Drake stared at the ripples of water in horror.
Water rippled as Drake sliced through the clear water. Surfacing, Drake whipped around to find any clue and plunged in once again. After much kicking and paddling, at last Drake found a clue.
Black silken locks floated around a creamy white skinned body. Using his powerful legs and arms, Drake kicked and pushed against the waters. Grabbing Lilac's limp body, Drake surged to the surface.
Blissful oxygen rushed through his lungs as Drake gasps for air. Grabbing Lilac about her slender waist, Drake slowly threaded to the bank of the lake.
An emotion that is foreign to him hits him as Drake noted that Lilac had failed to breathe. Turning her on stomach, Drake pressed hard on her back for several times, oblivious to the angry raw marks. Getting no reaction from her, Drake turned her over again and did the process that the gypsy called as "Kiss of Life".
Pinching her nose, Drake leaned down and clamped his mouth to her parted blue lips and breathed out. Releasing her mouth, Drake began to press with his both hands on her lower abdomen several times. Drake was determined to bring her back so he did the entire process repeatedly.
Lilac felt her lungs being renewed with new amount of air. Gasping, Lilac coughed out the wretched water that had been choking her lungs.
Drake watched in relief as Lilac leaned on her sides. Her body shook with tremors as she coughed out the last excess water. Soon relief turned to anger.
"What the hell did you think you were doing woman?"
Spitting out the last water, wary eyes flitted towards the glowering prince. Eyes lowered to the wet grass, Lilac sighed, "I was taking a swim."
Calloused hand ran through the thick wet black hair. "Taking a swim you did. You nearly took a swim with the archangel himself."
Pale wet wrinkled fingers tucked a loose strand of wet hair. "It's a warm day and I decided I cool myself with a swim. What problem is there in that?"
Drake looked as if he wanted to strangle something or better still, someone. How dense can the woman get?
"The problem is that you seem not to know how to swim properly and nearly drowned or should I remind you of that."
"I know perfectly in the arts of swimming! And why would a prince be worried about a mere slave girl like me?" This time is was Lilac's turn to glare. She is grateful to him for saving her life but at his moment, she is in no mood to entertain such behavior. After all, she is late in returning and who knows what the old lady had planned for her.
Drake was momentarily stunned by the way she regard herself? Slave girl? So his theory is true. The baroness is a liar. Brought back to the current situation, he soon was back to shooting daggers.
"What difference is there between a prince and the rest? Only title is the only one that separates us. The rest, we are equal. And one of them is conscience and emotions."
"Then why did you not do anything about the sufferings that a handful of us faced?" Lilac wanted to shout the question but her voice betrayed her and cracked at the end. Quickly, violet eyes averted themselves as tears threatened to fall.
Unlucky for her, Drake noticed the glazing eyes. The old lady head done something to Lilac and the thought of its made his hands shook in anger.
Reaching out, he tenderly rapped her chin and made her face him. "Tell me. What did she do to you?"
Couldn't be able to stand his searching gaze, Lilac lowered her gaze to his naked muscular chest. "She did nothing. I am late. I have to go."
Lilac made a move to stand but Drake was faster. His arm shot out and locked around her waist. Stumbling down, Lilac braced herself to feel the hard ground. Instead, she landed into Drake's embrace.
Violet eyes met midnight eyes. Swallowing her pride from retorting about his actions, Lilac pleaded. "Please your highness. Let me go."
Drake suppressed the urge to shake the impossible woman for being formal. Instead, he drew her cold soft body closer to him. "Tell me what she did and I will let you go."
At the touch of his naked chest to her body, Lilac stiffened. However, his warmth seems to inviting and unconsciously, the black beauty snuggled closer.
Drake had to bite out a groan from escaping when he felt her move. Perhaps he should have let her go especially since he had realized she is only wearing a chemise that now strikes to her like a second skin.
"Well? I won't let you go till you tell me."
"Please Drake. I have to go now or else I shall be in a dire situation."
Drake was expecting her to rant and rave like before. Instead he was momentarily stupefied when he heard her sobbed plea. He turned to look at her face and saw a pearl of tear trickling down her beautiful face. How does one handle a crying woman? An angry woman he can handle but a crying one?
Soon more tears followed suit and Lilac's body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed. Years of frustration, anger and disgust that had been well kept by the thick walls that had thickened over the years slowly seeped out of its prison.
For the first time in his life, his stomach quenched at the sight of a crying woman. He had a feeling that the baroness is responsible for the heart-wrenching sobs and it gives him another reason in his list to throttle the lady.
Unknown to Lilac, Drake had now tenderly placed her head at the crook of his neck and tenderly stroking her back. Drake rocked her sobbing body as he stroke her back gently. Cold smooth flesh, soft and-
Black eyebrows creased just above his widow's peak. Smoothing down his hand again, he felt for a certain part. It is there! Looking down, the frown on his face if possible became fiercer.
Crimson marks where once a whip had laid scarred the flawless skin. Without even thinking twice, he already knew who is responsible for it and the reasons to Lilac's weeping. It seems that the list for killing the old lady kept mounting by the minute.
"She did this didn't she?" The prince was not surprised when he got no reply except for hiccups and sobbing.
Drake plastered on his scowl. "Well I think you deserved it."
Instantly, the sobbing ceased to hiccups. Drake felt her pull away and let her. Glazy violet eyes, tear streaked face and swollen ruby lips faced him in a most deathly glare.
Fragile chin notched up and the ruby lips parted. "I suppose it is useless to make a person who has almost everything understand what I am going through."
Without a further ado, Drake shot out his comments. "And pray amuse me with what I do not have my fair lady."
Lilac had to grit her teeth from shouting at the impossible man before her. "A heart."
An eyebrow raised in amusement. " 'Tis with my greatest sympathy my fair lady but to tell you that I do have a heart. One cannot live without a heart."
Violet eyes rolled heavenward. "It is not the physical heart that I meant. It is the metaphor that I meant."
"Ahh… so tell me my fair damsel what this metaphor heart is." Drake knew what it meant but he decided to play the game.
"With a heart comes compassion and love. Alas your highness, you do not seem to have one." Lilac stood up, towering the crouching prince and also unconsciously- giving him an ample view of her womanly curves.
Drake's eyes lingered on her long shapely legs to her slender waist, her full bosom that had filled itself into the chemise and lastly to her face where dark wavy locks had rested itself against her chest and on her waist. The prince could feel himself getting hot and reluctantly tore his gaze from the splendid view to her captivating eyes.
Lilac felt her stomach churn with heat when she saw his midnight eyes changed into coal. What is that man staring at? Irritated, she shot out the question.
"You." Strange but she had thought that his voice had sounded husky. Curious, she looked down at herself.
Blood rushed to her face as she looked down at herself. It is no wonder he is staring so openly! She is only wearing a chemise that unfortunately was a pass down from her stepsisters and now due to it, the chemise had become near transparent.
Making a move towards her dress, Lilac covered her front. "A gentleman would not look."
"Is that so? If I am not mistaken, one must have a heart to be a gentleman. Alas I do not have one. You said so yourself, my lady," Drake smirked devilishly.
Glaring, Lilac donned the dress quickly, which was a mistake. A cry touched her lips as the garment brushed painfully against her raw wounds. All at once, Drake was up and at her side.
"Let me help you." Drake gently pried the part that had caught itself on the scars and let it fall down to her ankles.
Eyes closed, Lilac suppressed the urge to shudder at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. Opening her eyes, Lilac met Drake's heated gaze. Somehow he had moved around her when she had her eyes closed.
Lowering her gaze, Lilac rested her gaze on Drake's hard chiseled lips. That was when the thought of how it felt to be kissed by the man crossed her mind.
As if he could read her mind, Drake slowly lowered his lips to hers. Lilac was shocked at the contact of his lips on hers. She had never expected his lips to be so… soft and inviting. Closing her eyes, she savored the kiss, her first kiss.
Drake felt Lilac pressed her body against his, silently asking for more. Resting his hands on her slender waist, Drake marveled at how they perfectly fit each other. Grazing his lips over hers again and again, he at last took suckled her soft lips.
A gasp touched her lips and Drake took the advantage of slipping his velvety tongue into her honeyed mouth.
Not an inch of her sweet cave was left unexplored. Their tongue stroked and played with each other, engaging in a strange dance. Drake wanted to feel more of this new feeling that the seductress had bestowed upon him. When he felt her arms slowly creeping around his neck, Drake brought her up to his chest.
Drake could feel himself getting hotter as his mouth slanted over hers again and again. She is so responsive and innocent that he is driven with a need not to stop but to continue onward.
The sounds that Lilac made in her throat rang a bell in his mind. His body screamed in protest as Drake reluctantly moved his lips away. If he weren't so hard and hot in desire for the beauty in his arms, he would have smiled arrogantly at her whimpered protest.
It took Lilac quite some time to recover from her dazed condition. Blood rushed up to her face as she finally realized how very close she is with the smirking prince. She is practically clinging onto him.
Releasing her hold abruptly, Lilac immediately blurted the only thought that crossed her mind. "I have to get going now."
Drake watched with heated amusement as the captivating beauty literally run back to her house.
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A/N: hehehe… sorry for ending it so sudden. Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. Bye for now but don't worry, I will be back to update the next chapter by the end of July if I have no assignments and work to be done..lol ciao!