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Thought/Flashback/Dream

Chapter 33

"I have a story to tell you. About my love for the Queen, and how everything happen."

"I will do anything for your Love"

It had been a while since she had locked her door, barring the entrance to anyone.

Isabelle had stopped knocking in her door, and Elissa was greatfull. She tried to smile when she looked at herself in the mirror, but he was everything she could think. How much this would crush him. Elissa's wedding clothes were a traditional white, she had wanted a simple dress, she didn't want anyone to look at her and say how much lucky she was to be marring Roderick. She didn't want to look at anyone.

She didn't want this at all.

When she heard footsteps behind her, Elissa quickly turned only to find Elmont standing in her room.

He look at her, his eyes shining with emotion and Elissa had to supresse a sob, he seem sad, hurt but he look beautiful dressed with his maroon shirt and black pants.

She didn't need this, not now, not when she was triying to supresse her emotions, she didn't want to be close to him.

"Elmont"

"You look beautiful" she felt his eyes travelling down, taking her all in. She blushed and turned away from him, looking to the mirror again.

"You shouldn't be here…" Through the mirror, she saw him approach her, slowly, his eyes trained in her form, waiting for any movement.

Elmont stood behind her, but she didn't turn to face him. Their eyes met in the mirror and he smiled.

"Are you well, Elissa?" He whispered in her ear, his voice on the near side of husky, she could feel his body heat. He took her hand in his. It was a small gesture, he surpressed his want in kissing her, he was contented with the feel of her hand in his.

"How did you enter in my room? I gave an order; no one was supposed to enter this room". Elissa closed her eyes when she felt his goatee, scratching her neck. An arm wrapped around her waist and she tense.

"Relax, my Love" Her heart beat faster when she heard that special word. It had been a long time since he said it to her. He turned her around "You have no idea how many times I've thought of the moments we spend together, the nights I made love to you." He whispered and felt her shudder against him, pulling her close for a kiss. For a moment, Elissa was stiff with shock, but rallied almost immediately, softening her lips against his, sliding an arm up around his neck.

"Elmont…" His mouth captured hers, demanding in its need. Elissa raked a hand through Elmont's hair as their tongues met, her fervour matching his. She swallowed a moan when he pulled her closer, so close that she could feel the heat of him through his clothes.

She couldn't give in his touch, in his love. She was supposed to be marrying in a few hours, but here she was, gripping him against her.

I can kill your precious Captain or even your beloved sister… Whom do you prefer to go first? Isabelle? Or maybe Elmont?

The words of Roderick echoing in her mind made her pushed Elmont away, who seemed intent on kissing her until her knees gave way. It took all her effort to ignore the want that roared out for more, to let him push her against the wall or the door and let the guards outside of her door hear as he claimed her.

"You shouldn't be here nor you should be kissing me" Her breath came in hot, short gasps and he smile.

A finger brushed her hair away from her face, the gesture a small one, but his touch made it feel so intimate that she shivered.

"I love you." He said, "I can stand the thought of you marrying someone else, I can stand the thought of living without you." He confessed, leaning towards her. Reaching out his hand, he ran his thumb over the contours of her jaw, smiling as she closed her eyes at his touch. She felt an arm around her waist pulling her against his hard body.

"Elmont, what are you doing?" her voice reached a panic tone, he chuckle, a deep rumbling chuckle.

"You'll see," he said as he lifted her.

"Elmont…" he began carrying her to a far end of her room "Stop! What do you think you're…" he kissed her, silencing her.

"Shh… No one can hear you"

"Don't be ridiculous, what are you…"

He covered her mouth with his hand, smiling.

Then she saw, the large secret passage in the wall that led to a set of stairs. The cold draft from the pass way made her shudder against him. Elmont slowly uncovered her mouth.

Her eyes widen, he had discovered.

"How?"

"I did said I would discover your secret, didn't I?" he smile. Without making a sound, he pulled her gently to the secret passage.

"El…" he covered her mouth.

"Shh… you're being kidnapped, it's better if you don't make a sound. You don't know what I can do." She tried to speak, tried to make a sound but with his hand in her mouth, turn to be a task quiet difficult to her, he chuckle. "I can't let you marry him, don't you agree?"

"mhmm…"

"I knew you would agree. Don't worry, You know I would never hurt you" he was holding her against his body, trapping her as she tried to push him away from her, without success "shh…" he whispered in her ear and she shudder against him, as the two walked down the stairs. Elmont stopped and looked around when suddenly a door opened close to them, followed by the light sound of someone's laughter.

When he uncovered her mouth, in horror Elmont realized she was going to make a sound, so her father, a knight or anyone could hear. That spurred him into action. Pressing her against the wall, trapping her on place with his arms on both sides of her, he kissed her hungrily. To his surprise, she responded eagerly, drawing him closer to her, as close as physically possible, her tongue teasing his lips apart. Taking in her taste, he revelled in the fullness of her lips, sweetness of her mouth, the way her tongue danced with his, how the curves of her soft body fit into his. It was wrong to use her like that, he thought, but as her fingers intertwined themselves into his hair, he couldn't bring himself to stop kissing her now.

And then, when her hands started to trace down, down his chest, he stopped her.

"So you don't love me?!" Elissa looked at him, his teasing smile, "You don't have to say anything… Not yet," he whispered and without any further speaking Elmont grabbed her hand and almost run towards the stables. She could have fought him. She could have jerked her arm away very easily. But she didn't. She let him drag her outside. When they reached the stables, he took her in his arms again and kissed her breath away, hungrily, like a man who craved for a kiss for a longer time than he could remember, making her knees buckle under her.

"Elmont…"

"Shh…"

"Stop. My marriage…"

"What?" asked Elmont with a smirk, "Do you want to marry him?"

"I have to"

"I won't let you"

"You don't have a say in that"

"Yes, I do" he said smiling as he grabbed her, tossing her across his shoulder.

"Stop!"

"Be quiet now"

"I won't! I'll scream…"

"No you won't"

"You don't know what I'm capable of"

"Elissa, your making this difficult. Someone will hear you"

"That's what I want."

"Is it, now?" he asked, and then he placed her on the floor. "You know what will happen" She looked at him as he moved closer to his horse.

Elmont sighed to himself as he looked over his mare's foreleg. The cut wasn't too deep but it was long and obviously sore. While Elmont had no doubt that his hardy horse would withstand the pain for him, it wasn't fair to drag him out.

Besides, the quicker he heals the better, he thought.

Elissa looked up as the door to the stables creaked open. Angry voices drifted in through the open door and Elmont ducked behind his mare's to avoid being seen, pulling her with him.

"Be quiet please," he whispered in her ear.

"Honestly, Wicke, I do wonder how on earth you survived the streets. You can be so damn stupid. I would have thought you would have learnt that by now, I don't care for her. First I will marry her, then she will be mine"

"I pity her…"

"You what? For fuck's sake, she doesn't need your pity. I can assure you; she had fun fucking that idiot."

"But want are you going to do with him?"

"Wicke…" Roderick's tone was dangerous. "That doesn't concern you but it will be fun"

"But you said to her you wouldn't kill him."

"That doesn't mean he can't feel a little pain." Elmont clenched his jaw, and when she looked at him, Elissa saw his eyes blazing with rage "What are we doing here, anyway?"

"You said…"

"Go check on her and make sure He doesn't approach her. Did I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes"

A set of footsteps drifted away from the stables, presumably Wicke leaving, then they heard a laugh and Roderick was gone.

Elissa peered over the stable door, her eyes filled with fear.

"What was that?" Elmont asked but she turned away from him "Elissa…"

"I…"

"It was me he was talking about. How long does he know about us?"

"..."

"Elissa"

"Since I..." She tried to move away from him. Elmont sighed and shook his head, they had time to discuss what he had heard but first, they had to go

"I won't let you go," he said as he grabbed her. He moved, lifting her.

He moved them to her horse and slid her on her mare's back. There was no point denying it, she wanted to get away with him. Elmont reached over his mare and took the bag, then he returned, draping it over her horse, and tying it to the saddle.

"This is madness, Elmont…"

"I don't care" Elmont said with a smile, he settled himself behind her, one of his arms going around her waist, trapping her against him. Elmont clucked his tongue and together they moved from the stables towards the florest.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see, Love." Elmont said into Elissa's ear.

Once out of the castle and in the florest, Elmont pushed the horse into a gallop, and Elissa felt her composure unravelling with every stride. The roll of the horse meant his hips were pushed flush against her every second or so, there was little fabric between them. With him so close to her, she could feel the ripple of his torso muscles.

Elmont clucked his tongue to encourage the horse forward. Elissa's attention was once again overtaken by the move of Elmont against her from the movement of the horse below. He pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck and then pushed his lips more firmly.

They slowed to a gentle trot, both of them bouncing with the horse's movement in the saddle. Confident they wouldn't fall at this slower pace, he set his hand to work. He wouldn't let her regret being with him, he would make her forget eveyrthing.

He slid his hand up to her leg, teasing her soft skin there. Elmont laughed huskily into Elissa's ear.

"You think I'm mad?"

"Soon they will know I'm not there. We should go back…"

"You won't go anywhere; I won't let you go back to him" he said, moving his mouth to her ear, his voice dropping a register due to the heat between them. He nipped the lobe of her ear and tugged, Elissa pressed herself back to him and sighed.

"Elmont…"

Elmont withdrew his hand from her leg to cling to her waist again as he directionted the horse. Elissa felt her breath coming in short bursts, and behind her Elmont was much the same. Then began to rain, soaking them. But she didn't care, this was madness, she was sure but she already accepted, if she had an opportunity to go back, she wouldn't.

Moments later Elmont stopped at a small cottage that looked uninhabited. He guided the horse to the shed and carried her inside, and when he pressed her against the wall and kissed her, she didn't fight him. His hand travelled up through her leg.

And Elissa forgot everything.

She was gasping, panting, fingers gripping his shirt so hard it was a miracle she didn't rip it from him. She found him pressed against her, kissing her breath away, his palm wondering in dark places, and she ground herself against him, against his palm, murmuring phrases that were almost indecipherable. He caught a few 'yes' combined with the groaned 'oh god' and breathy encouragements to keep going.

"Don't stop."

And he didn't. He couldn't.

He had felt her for a few moments, and when he appeared, he was carrying some dry logs.

"It's raining, how did you found those dry logs?" she asked him and he smile.

"Well, I know very well this house"

He placed the wood in the fire-place and she helped him lit the fire, and warmth started to fill the room.

"It shouldn't be raining"

"I agree. It's unnatural to rain in this time of the year" he looked at her clothes "You should take off that clothes" Her lips curled into a little smile.

"I know what you want," he laughed.

"Do you?" he looked at her, at her clothes that were in uncultured disarray and smile secretly.

"Yes" she stood up and she turned her back to him, lifting her hair off the way. Looking at him over her shoulder, she told him with an enigmatic smile "Would you be so kind, dear sir, and helped me out of this dress?" Her voice trailed into silence, her eyes daring him to do as she asked. And without wasting any more time, he stood up and did so and she was revealed before his eyes. For a moment, he just stood there and drank in her image. Elissa standing in front of him, a playful smile on her lips.

"Perfect," he breathed at last, his eyes boring into hers. "Beautiful"

"But you are imperfect" said Elissa, snapping him from his trance. After a few confused blinks, she added, "You have way too many clothes still on. Would you let me help you?"

Being this bold was stimulating, as well as a bit scaring. Together, with trembling fingers they undid laces of Elmont's pants and got rid of his shirt, breathlessly taking in sight of each other.

Elissa physically felt Elmont's eyes slide from her face, down her neck, down... His lips slowly created a smirk.

"Are you cold, Love, or are you just... happy and eager?" As if to answer his question she felt her nipples even harden under his gaze. Suddenly feeling shy, she wanted to cover herself with her hands, but Elmont would have none of that. Taking a firm grip on her hands, he placed them to her sides. "Don't," he whispered, "you are too perfect for that, my Love" He gripped her waist, pressing her against him again. She could already feel signs of his arousal against her, as his lips moved from her lips to lay kisses over her neck. Nuzzling her neck, he placed small kisses on her skin on his way lower. Her soft whimpering made him stop. "Tell me, Elissa," he whispered heatedly against the soft skin, "tell me what you feel for me"

Thinking clearly was difficult with him so close, her breath ragged and her knees weak with desire.

"I love you, Elmont" she moaned, throwing her head back "Make love to me… Just make love to me." He laid her down, across the blanket, then he reached out for another to covered them. Her skin was flushed, her eyes bright, lips slightly parted and swollen from their kissing. "Come, Elmont," she whispered.

Outside the storm was blazing continuously but inside he was laying beside her, holding her in his arms, kissing her hungrily. Kiss for kiss, touch for touch. If there was any struggle for control, it was soon decided, leaving Elmont to lay kisses all over her body while her back arched up to meet his lips, to be closer to him. Hearing her moan his name as invocation, he returned to her mouth, letting his hands roam over her body while his lips found hers again.

The taste of her skin brought back the memories of their first night when she'd given herself freely to him. He wanted to make her is, to love her as never before.

The feeling of him so close was too much to bear, her body was screaming for release. When Elmont finally touched her, his fingers masterfully caressing her body. His touch was setting a fire in her again. She vibrated under his ministrations, as his touch descend.

"Could you kiss me? I don't know if I can take this much longer…"

"Kiss you, I deflany can" kissing her ferociously, he smile against her lips. The excitement he had felt when they had ridden, or the time he pleasure her against the wall didn't lessen during the time he had left the house and came back; right the opposite it seemed. Her soft moans of pleasure, echoing in his head only adding to it.

And he was still just a mortal man.

He just couldn't restrain from kissing her and by the little whimpering noises she made, he could tell Elissa didn't mind.

Slowly, he teased her, drawing a soft whimper from her. She was moving her leg over his, when her eyes closed and the sounds that came from her mouth were of pure pleasure, he closed his eyes.

"Please…" when she plead him, all he could do was enter her slowly in one motion, enjoying every second of being one with her.

It felt so good, it seemed that the only sound they could hear was their hearts beating and their breathing breaking the silence. Her name was sweet on his lips, his name an invocation on hers. His hand found hers, interlacing his fingers with hers while her head rose to press her lips against his neck.

"Elissa"

"Elmont…" She could feel a fire starting to expand in her, taking away any coherent thoughts she could have, and overcoming them with need. When his lips started kissing her neck softly, his thumb playing with her, she felt the pressure built inside of her snap. "Elmont!"

He moved above her a few more times, her inner muscles tightening around him in response to her release, making him follow her on the ways of ecstasy. As he spilt himself inside of her, it felt good; it felt right to make love to her, to hold her, to kiss her. As he collapsed into her arms, breathing heavily, he could feel wetness where the right side of her face rested against his. Holding her close, brushing his fingers through her hair he kissed the crown of her hair time to time, giving her time to calm down.

He didn't know how much time has passed before her tears stopped and she looked up to his face, making his heart skip a beat with the softness and certainty showed in her gaze. Cheeks still wet, she gave him a gentle smile.

"I love you."

Raising her hand, she gently touched his lips, caressing them with the warm tips of her fingers.

"And I love you." Tears flew freely down her cheeks again, her heart too full of emotions. Drying her eyes, she looked deeply into his. Saying the words was like being set free. "Forgive me for the pain I caused you"

"Don't worry, my love"