III
-Make me Yours-
Cassia entered his quarters like a breath of warm air, trailing behind her a fine piece of fabric to conceal her locks of dark hair. The room was still, the only movement coming from the slight breeze of the open window.
The door was heavy and made of wood, she carefully lifted the latch that held it closed, wincing every time the ancient material whined from the effort. Slowly Cassia slipped inside the warm room, her eyes working to adjust to the dim light.
Before she could fully make out the shapes in the room, a strong arm swept her backwards, pinning her onto the brick of the wall.
Cassia gasped in surprise, clutching at his upper arms where his sleeve would have covered the curve of his shoulder. Instead, the skin was left bare, hot under her fingers.
"Lady Cassia" his voice was calm but his chest was heaving
"Milo" she said, still catching her breath, her breasts heaving and nearly brushing his chest
"My lady, these are the servants quarters" he said,releasing her from the harsh hold but not fully allowing her to forget just how close he was, just how clearly she could see the shadow his eyelashes cast over his cheeks. His tone was informing and almost apologetic, as if she could have gotten lost within the castle, clearly giving her a chance to escape his grasp and dismiss it all as a mistake.
But Cassia was tired of waiting and was not by any means confused as to where she was or what she wanted.
"Im well aware" her voice was soft and the fingers resting on his uncovered arms curiously wandered towards the junction where his shoulder met his torso. She met his eyes, dark and searching and for a second he looked about to say something more
But then she was in his arms, lips touching gently, and then harder, holding his face between her hands, the smell of earth and him consuming her surroundings. It made her dizzy, the realization that it was no dream, that she wouldn't awake in her empty rooms, sweating and somehow feeling the ghost of his lips.
It was real, he was real
His body pressed her further into the hardness of the wall and with one hand he pulled back the hood that had concealed her identity. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, the strands like cool silk in his hands.
When they broke apart it was only so she could kiss his brow, his jaw, the naked skin of his collarbones.
Cassia sighed into the darkness when his forehead came to rest on the skin under her ear, he breathed in the skin there for a moment before breaking the spell of their affection
"We mustn't" She felt him start to step away but her grip only tightened
"Milo, please" She'd never cared for begging, the autocratic princess she was, bust she wanted him to know, needed him to know
"I want this-I want you"
Milo's eyes were cautious for a moment, searching for an answer to his unspoken questions. She wondered what he saw there, when he looked at her, did he see a foolish princess? Or could he see a woman that saw only him, searched only for him, that in that moment would be content in sharing his room, his modest bed, his single blanket.
The blackness of his gaze swept over her face once more before leaning forward to brush the lightest of kisses over the delicate spur of bone at the base of her neck.
He kissed her again after that, with the heat of a thousand suns and the uninhibited passion that she craved.
They made it to his narrow bed, somehow, through the kisses and the sighs. She wanted to tell him that she ached, dully but incessantly, for him, only for him
"Touch me" it was a gasp from under where his body molded itself perfectly to hers "I want you to touch me Milo"
A more honorable man would have drawn his hands away from a lady so pure, listed the reasons why the could not, why they should not
But Milo was not that man and he lived only to please her, to hear the soft moans fall from her lips, to know he was the one she sighed for
"Make me forget everything else," she pleaded. "Make me yours."
Please excuse any mistakes I wrote this very quickly, apparently I'm still trash for this couple.