Chapter Six:

A Lady's Desire

Outskirts of Surrey, England

Chuck rode into a cleared meadow at full speed. He hadn't seen Blair come even close to him since he took a "small" head start. It seemed as if she couldn't keep up. Well, she was a woman after all. He chuckled to himself and turned his cheek to see how far behind she had fallen.

He frowned, "Where is she?" She couldn't be so far back that he couldn't see her in a clear opening. Did she go back on her word to ride with him? He faced forward just in time to feel a huge gush of wind.

Blair laughed as she emerged from the lining woods. Kicking her feet, she sped up, guiding the horse through the meadow. At the end of it, she pulled the animal to a dead stop.

Chuck slowed next to her. She was petting her horse's mane, smiling at him.

"Someone with your experience, or rather lack of it, should never ride through the woods at full speed," he told her, sounding flustered and out of breathe.

She directed her horse closer to him, so that they were parallel, but turned face to face. "Oh? Well then Your Highness, please do tell me how much I lack in experience?" she prompted with a mischievous grin.

"You're a woman," Chuck countered, nodding as if that said it all.

Blair scoffed, "And you're a man, and a rather arrogant one at that." She looked away from him, pursing her lips.

"You may even be more short tempered than I," he chuckled.

Her head snapped back and she glared at him. "At least I'm not—how you say? A self-absorbed ass!" she spat.

His laughter silenced and his brow furrowed. He grabbed her arm, yanking her towards him. "Do you know what I could have done to you for saying that to me?" Chuck threatened.

Blair's face fell and eyes widened. It was as if the prince transformed into the beast within a matter of seconds. Perhaps he was both.

She shook her head. "My father," she blurted.

Chuck's anger subdued to momentary confusion. "What?" he asked.

Blair nodded, "My—my father was the one who taught me how to ride."

"Oh," Chuck said. His hand let go of her and the darkness in his eyes brightened some. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need. You don't like to be teased. Now I know," Blair returned coolly.

He paused for a moment, but then played it off with a smirk "Not outside the bedroom, in fact."

"You are crude, Your Highness," Blair remarked, rolling her eyes.

He chuckled, "And you are amusing, Blair."

"Just amusing?" she asked, now serious. Her doe brown eyes looked up through thick lashes. One eyebrow rose and her rose red lips pouted ever so slightly.

Chuck's laughter halted and he found himself hooked in her gaze, as if someone put a spell on him. Finally, he managed to slowly shake his head. "No, much more than just amusing," he admitted. He felt he did so against his will, but compelled to do so at the same time.

Blair smiled softly, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. Her eyes flickered to his jewels hanging just slightly crooked. She reached her hand out and straightened them. "There," she breathed.

Before she could take her hand away though, he took it briskly, but gently. Her eyes met his transfixed ones.

He took her hand and placed it on his cheek, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing, Chuck?" she asked carefully.

"I wanted to see how it felt to be touched," he explained, opening her eyes.

Blair smiled, "I find it hard to believe many women haven't touched you."

He chuckled lightly, but also in a bittersweet tone. "They have, but not like that," Chuck explained.

She gasped in a teasing manner. "Does this mean I am your first? My what an honor," Blair remarked in false astonishment, touching her chest.

He laughed fully then, shaking his head. "I doubt you get the deserved credit for you wit, Waldorf."

"Frowned upon by women and hated by men," she commented.

"Well not I," Chuck spoke up. "I enjoy it. Speak freely with me, always." He knew the permission he had just given was in no way proper or even heard of, but he didn't care.

"A woman can't even speak freely with her husband in the privacy of her home, Chuck," she told him.

He moved closer. "Well, you can with me," he clarified.

"I suppose you shall be the only one to see the real me then," Blair replied.

Chuck smirked, "It shall be my honor." He then moved closer, particularly his lips nearer to her lips.

Blair felt the control slipping away from her as Chuck inched closer. A shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes closed.

She pushed a hand to his chest and jerked away, playing it off with a laugh. "I didn't know you knew the meaning of the word."

Chuck clenched his fists and bit down hard on his tongue so he didn't snap at her. He then ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair.

Blair stared at Chuck when he didn't respond. Perhaps she should have let him kiss her, but she couldn't. She hadn't the proper grip on herself.

"Will I show you more of England then?" he asked, but did not make eye contact.

She felt the moment killed for him. "Perhaps we should just get back. It is nearly dinner time after all," Blair sighed.

He immediately looked at her. "You would rather go back there, to have dinner with your idiot fiancé, than stay with me?" Chuck scoffed, narrowing his eyes.

"I didn't say that. I was actually going to ask dinner be brought to my room," she returned, her voice much quieter than his.

"Are you not feeling well?" he asked, calming some.

She frowned, not seeing where he was going with this. "No, but what does that matter?" Blair questioned.

"Well if you are not ill, you can invite me then," her smirked "For dinner, of course."

"I will not sleep with you for a horse," Blair retorted. "And I could never invite you to my chambers—"

He chuckled, "Whoa there, I have no intention to buy you with a horse. I'm the Prince of England, I don't have to buy anyone." He then shrugged. "But if you shall not allow me in yours then I command you come to mine."

"Command?" she echoed skeptically.

He nodded, "Tell them you wish to turn in early. My guards will come and get you. They're good with delivering women…you for dinner."

Blair softened some and sighed. "Do I even have a choice in the matter?"

"What happened to wanting to please me?" he countered, amused.

"I got to know you," she returned playfully.

He laughed as her horse started to move forward. Then he stopped and called out to her. "Blair!"

She turned to face him. "What is it?" she asked.

He rode over to her and got very close. "I want you to know that when we are together I shall not remind myself that you are engaged to him," Chuck told her seriously.

She leaned in close, but passed his lips and whispered in his ear. "Good."

XOXOXOXOXO

Hampton Court, Surrey

Nate got off his horse hastily, kicking a bucket in the stable, and then storming outside. He went right past the other men who were just now riding up. They laughed at him.

"Oh come on, Your Grace! Surely you can afford to lose one game, especially since His Highness was not at your side!" William called, shaking his head. He burst into sidesplitting laughter.

Edmund joined him, nodding. "Yes, surely His Grace is not such a poor sport! Thomas sure wasn't!"

"Be silent, all of you! I won't hear more of it!" Nate screamed, turning around to glare at them. He then kicked the dirt and headed back towards the castle at full speed.

The hunt had been even worse than he expected. Since he didn't have Chuck, he had to actually try. Edmund and William wouldn't let him win with Thomas on his team. He lost, having the lowest number of kills, other than Thomas, and wasn't happy about it. In fact, he was livid.

He came into the grand hall about to yell for a servant when the sound of female laughter stopped him. It wasn't just any girl's giggle, but a particular one. It was Lady Blair's. He narrowed his eyes, looking forward to see her walking with Chuck.

Blair caught sight of his gaze and the smile dropped from her face. She turned into Chuck some, saying something Nate could not hear or make out.

Chuck listened and then looked up. He smiled, but it wasn't the same as usual. "Nathaniel, how went the hunt?" he called out, nodding for his friend to approach them.

Nate marched right up to Chuck, ignoring Blair. He shook his head. "His Highness does not want to know. However, I would like to speak with him. In private," he emphasized, throwing a nasty glance her way.

Blair pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes.

"I am sure whatever you need to say can be said in front of Lady Blair. After all, there can't be many good reasons to dismiss one so beautiful as her," Chuck returned, throwing a smirk her way.

She quickly changed her expression for Chuck, smiling softly.

Nate scoffed, "I beg to differ."

Chuck's head snapped back and he glared. "Have you forgotten your place again, Nathaniel? Not to mention, you didn't even properly greet a future Princess of England before insulting her," he sneered.

"Perhaps she has forgotten her place as well. Or maybe you have," Nate retorted, before he could think about what he was saying. He was hot, irritated, tired, and angry.

Blair looked between the two men. She knew by the look on Chuck's face that he was about to explode. She didn't really want to help Nate, but there were others around at Court. She would rather they not see him defending her so passionately yet. She did not want people to think she was sleeping with him, calling her a whore behind her back.

"You men are so passionate, getting into silly arguments. I do not think I can stand another moment of it," Blair interrupted, teasingly. She touched Chuck's arm and giggled when he met her eyes.

Nate frowned, confused about what she was doing, but was sickened by it—even if it had saved his ass.

Chuck seemed to calm at her touch. He looked around, then back to her, and lowered his voice. "Fine, but I shall see you tonight?" he asked.

Blair nodded, "You shall." She then bowed lightly, let go of his hand, and walked away.

Chuck watched her go, admiring the way her hips swayed back and forth in such a seductive fashion. She didn't even have to try.

"You are seeing her tonight?" Nate asked, interrupting.

"Yes, not that it is any of your business," Chuck retorted, turning back to him. He wasn't ready to strike Nate as he had been before, but his anger began to return. He started to walk forward, making it so Nate had to keep up with him if he wanted to converse.

Nate smiled, "Well then, it shall soon be over. I am sure you will have no problem seeing Thomas have your mere leftovers—"

Chuck turned around, shoving him just enough to shut him up. "I have given you no permission to make speculations about what I shall do with Lady Blair tonight, nor are yours correct. Now I suggest you keep your mouth shut on the matters for if anyone finds out, I shall know who deceived me," Chuck seethed. His dark eyes threatened the man before him, his best friend.

Nate shook his head. "I would not deceive you. I am your friend. But she is—"

"She is of no concern to you. I did not ask for your opinion on Lady Blair, nor will I ever," Chuck concluded. He used a tone that even Nate knew never to talk back to.

He then turned and rolled his shoulders. "Now, leave me be. I am not in the mood for your tiring antics, Nathaniel," Chuck muttered.

Nate stared at his back for a few moments and then finally nodded. "Fine, Your Highness," he sighed. Then he bowed and left.

Chuck stood there for a few moments before motioning to a servant. He needed to contact the Royal Jewel Keeper before he had dinner with Blair.

XOXOXOXOXO

Chuck sat on a fur blanket by the fire, his back propped by the foot of his bed. His brow was furrowed as he tried to read through the Latin and original version of Utopia. Blair had read him it in English, but revealed she could read many other translations and how each was a little different with their interpretation. He wanted to be able to see what she meant, converse with her on it. However, the task seemed nearly impossible.

There was a knock at his door and he heard his guard's staff beat against the floor. As the man entered, he sat up some, and hid the book under a pillow. He nodded to the servant, signaling him to speak.

"Your Highness, your uh…nightly visitor is here to see you," the guard announced. He wore an amused expression, not knowing who the girl was, but finding his master's entertainment quite enjoyable.

"Yes, of course. Send her in and leave us," Chuck ordered, nodding his head. He then stood and brushed his hands on his pants, trying to smooth them. He stopped shortly though when she entered the room.

Blair came inside Chuck's chambers, feeling the hair on the back of her neck go up. She was so nervous, despite all reasoning not to be. What if he decided he wanted to take her? She couldn't stop him. She would be at his mercy.

Her doe brown eyes drifted up to his. She wore a dark cloak, accompanied with a hood, which hid whom she was.

Chuck waited until they were alone, smirked, and moved closer. He circled around her slowly, wanting to make her anxious. Then he chuckled darkly, stopped in front of her, and untied her cloak. He gasped in awe as it fell to the ground, pooling at her feet.

"Good evening, Your Highness," Blair greeted, smiling coyly. She wore a white nightgown, it almost sheer. It hung off her shoulders, but dropped to the floor. She knew it was risky, but she needed to constantly throw him off his game, keep him interested. Otherwise he would toss her aside, just like every other maiden at court.

"Well—well, what do we have here?" Chuck remarked, shaking his head. He brought his hand up, fingering one of her dark curls. Then he let it drop and touched her chin, pushing it up some. He smirked, "Dressed for bed already?"

She scoffed, pushing his hand away, and shook her head. "Not yours, Chuck. I only thought you would want me comfortable. I am your guest for dinner. Am I not?" Blair teased.

He felt frustrated, but also intrigued further. He nodded, "Of course, Blair. Right this way." Chuck motioned to the indoor picnic, illuminated by the fire.

She sat down amongst many silk pillows, watching as he did the same across from her. Once he was situated, she reached forward for a glass of wine. This way she made sure he had a small glimpse of her cleavage line. It was short though, for she leaned back, and drank.

He watched her the entire time, transfixed by every movement. Then he picked up an apple and bit into it. He chewed, swallowed, and spoke. "I must say I expected you to send a maid in your place. Not many would be so daring, or trusting of me," Chuck remarked.

Blair giggled, "While I am daring, what makes you think I trust you? Perhaps I just came prepared for a fight."

He quirked an eyebrow, nodding for her to explain further. Then he watched as she reached into her nightgown and retrieved a small hunting knife. She set it down before him.

Chuck laughed, "You would gut the Prince of England? Do you have any idea what would be done to you with one yelp on my part, woman?"

She shrugged, "I suspected your guards would only think us playing…rough."

Her comment pleased him and he grinned. Then he bit into his apple one more time before putting it down. He leaned closer, putting the knife in his pocket. "I'll have you know that I am the one who likes to be rough in games," Chuck informed her.

Blair shook her head, laughed, and leaned back against the pillows. When she did though, she frowned, and felt something stick into her back. She sat up and reached behind, retrieving the object.

"Wait—" Chuck started to object, but she had already found the book.

"The Latin version of Utopia? You decided to read it?" Blair asked, looking up into his eyes. She couldn't help showing that she was pleasantly surprised. Sure their time in the carriage had been—different, but she still didn't think he had the capability to appreciate it.

He sighed, nodding. "I decided to take a gander at it. I am not quite finished though. My Latin studies…did not always go so well when I was a boy. I found them quite boring," Chuck admitted.

She smiled, liking that he had shared something with her that did not glorify him. Usually his ego would not allow it.

Chuck saw her smile and frowned. "You find this funny?" he spat.

Blair quickly shook her head. "No, not at all. I have already said I see you do not like to be teased, felt made fun of. This though," she spoke and looked to the book, "Is not easy for many to read, even Princes."

He relaxed once more and stood. Chuck moved to where she was and sat down beside her. He felt her stiffen for a moment, but then she calmed quickly. He turned pages and stopped about a quarter through the book. "I made it to here," he informed her.

She read over the page and nodded. "One of my favorite parts. Perhaps I should leave so you can properly enjoy it," she smiled.

He chuckled, "I assure you I could not enjoy it more than you—" Chuck stopped shortly; staring into her eyes, when he realized what he had let slip past his lips. "I meant to say that I—"

Blair cut him off once more, putting her finger to his lips. She smiled softly, moving closer, almost into his arms. Then she curved her hand around his cheek and caressed it.

Chuck remained silent, locked in her gaze. He felt his entire body warm at the feel of her mere touch. He wanted more, but he did not want to scare her off. But oh did he crave her. She was so innocent and untouched, but at the same time—something dark and sensual brewed beneath her surface.

"Kiss me, but only kiss me," Blair whispered. She knew it was giving him just enough control, but really maintaining almost all of it. "Embrasse-moi."

(English Translation: "Kiss me")

He sat for a moment and wondered if she had actually given him permission to kiss her. Then again, what did he care? He was the Prince of England. He didn't need permission. But then why did it feel so good to have it? He shook his head. What was he doing? He still hadn't kissed her.

Chuck closed his eyes and leaned in, pushing his lips against hers. His hand came up and tangled through her dark curls, pulling her closer. He didn't try to go further, but only deepened the kiss. He focused on it, her, and nothing else. Their chests heaved up and down against one another's.

Blair moaned against his lips, feeling herself melt. She couldn't believe how strong his lips were, how much his touch affected her. She relinquished some control she had fought so hard to keep. She kissed him back, for real.

Finally, Chuck pulled back. He saw her eyes were still closed and smirked. "I have a gift for you," he revealed.

"Wh—what?" Blair stuttered. She opened her eyes to frown. "Another one? What is it?" It was hard for her to get back on track.

He chuckled, "Even after a kiss like that you're still such a selfish creature. I suppose you can't help it though. Someone so beautiful should only feel so entitled."

She scoffed and tried to push against his chest. "Must you always insult me?" She was about to get up when her eyes caught onto something.

"Does this insult you?" Chuck asked. He held out a gold necklace, encrusted with green emeralds and pearls. He knew it caught her eye.

Blair touched the pendant, gasping. "How beautiful—" She shook her head and looked to him. "What do you expect me to give you for this?"

"Nothing," Chuck returned. He then smiled and had her sit up, lifted her hair, and brought the necklace to her neck. He fastened it.

"Chuck—" Blair started to say, but stopped when she felt his fingertips rake over the necklace and then her nape. He kissed her cheek.

"Something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty," he told her, lowering his voice to a sultry tone.

She touched her neck and felt his hand hold onto hers. Closing her eyes for a moment, she released a large breath. She had to stop. She couldn't let him pull her in like this. He probably did it with every girl he chased. She shook her head, opened her eyes, and turned to look at him.

"Thank you," she said shortly.

Chuck wasn't insulted by it, but entertained. He liked that she tried to hard to resist him. He certainly couldn't get bored with her doing so. So he released his hold on her and went back to eating as if nothing had happened.

Blair stared at him for a few moments and hesitantly picked up a strawberry. She chewed on it, but found her focus on him. "I—I should return to my chambers before someone notices I am gone," she stuttered.

He stopped eating, pursing his lips. He wasn't sure where he wanted the night to go, but he hadn't wanted it to end. His craving for her had been fed some, but now that she wanted to leave—he felt once more deprived. He was aggravated… and frustrated.

She reached out a hand and touched his back. "Chuck, it is not that I want to leave, but that I am afraid my mother will—"

"Go if you want. You are here at your will after all," Chuck retorted. He stood up hastily and walked across the room, biting down on his knuckles.

She pouted, seeing she had angered him. Still though, she glanced at the clock, sighed, and rose. She searched her mind for another excuse she could make, but gave up.

Blair bowed, "Bonne nuit, Votre Altesse." She turned and left.

(English Translation: "Goodnight, Your Highness")

XOXOXOXOXO

Blair moaned in her sleep and rolled over, towards the center of the bed. She pulled at her covers, but frowned when she smacked into something. Her eyes flew open, greatly alarmed, and then she saw it was Chuck. She sat up and looked down at him confused.

"What are you doing in my bed, Your Highness?" Blair asked. She wanted to sound startled and almost frightened; even though she felt in fact thrilled he had come.

Chuck sat up, his eyes locked in a gaze with her own, and he leaned towards her. He shook his head, "I dreamt of you. I always dream of you now. Tell me why." His voice was demanding, but soft. He wasn't angry, but just wanted to know the answer. He always got an answer.

Blair smiled softly and pulled the covers up around her chest. She turned forward, eyes with the fire he must have had lit again when he arrived. "I do not know. Perhaps it is a sign," she suggested, tone prolonged.

He did not respond, but instead placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. The smell of her skin was heavenly. She looked just as beautiful as she did when he slept and she invaded his mind. He woke up breathing heavily, scaring his servants to death at times, but he didn't care. He only seemed to care about her, to want to get to her, to have her.

"I should have you locked in my chambers and kept as my prisoner," Chuck whispered wickedly. He traced his hand down the curve of her spine, loving the feel of her shivering beneath his fingertips.

Blair closed her eyes and relished at his touch. Then she shook her head, speaking next to tease him. "You lack the conviction," she returned.

"I lack nothing," Chuck retorted. He grabbed hold of her arm and forced her to turn and look at him. "I am the Prince and sole heir of England. Everything I want is mine."

Blair stared at him for a few moments. She moved closer as if to kiss his lips, but then pulled back. "Do you want me?" she asked, eyebrows kinking.

Chuck nodded and kissed her. His forehead pressed against hers and he spoke in a breathless voice. "I want to possess you in every way possible, Blair." He reached his hand up and pulled down the covers so that her breasts were revealed.

"Take me as you wish, my Prince," Blair purred. She then held onto him as he buried his face into her breasts and suckled upward to her neck.

He lowered her onto the bed and his body came over her. Chuck found himself instantly trapped, needing her more by the second. He didn't know why he couldn't break his addiction, but only that he was sick of trying to. She was there for the taking and saying he could take her.

"Wait," Blair said suddenly, pushing a hand to his chest.

Chuck groaned, restraining himself, and lifting his head to meet her eyes. "What is it now? What do you want?" he rasped. At that point he felt himself willing to sacrifice his entire Kingdom for her.

She put her hands on his chest, raked her fingers through the hair. Her eyes studied her motions for a few moments and then brown met brown. "If you take me now, I am only yours for the night. That, and you may not release yourself within me. I will not become with child unless the person planting their seed in me is my husband," Blair informed him. She spoke with a sense of power.

He pursed his lips and his own grip on her tightened. He did not like anyone, but especially her telling him what he could or couldn't do. He was the Prince of England. He could do anything or anyone he wanted.

"You mean you will not allow me in your bed again, even if I command it?" Chuck asked tersely. His dark eyes were turning into pools of deep black water. He was losing his patience with her.

"While I could not stop you, it would not be with my permission," Blair returned with a sigh. It wasn't that she didn't think he was capable of taking her against her will, but something told her he wouldn't. Hopefully, for her sake, she was right.

He pushed himself up off her hastily and got off the bed. His eyes narrowed to glare down at her and he pushed the lamp off her night table. She winced when it shattered to the floor, but kept her eyes from him. This only irritated him more though.

"How am I to win with you, to win you? So far I have given you anything and everything you ask of me! It is not even me leading with blind affection, but you calling me to you, pulling me in!" Chuck accused, motioning his hands dramatically in her direction.

Blair sat up in her bed and crossed her arms. She shook her head. "Perhaps I am not a prize you can win, not rightfully at least," she muttered.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, your engagement to Thomas! How could I have forgotten it?" Chuck then lifted his foot and kicked an empty chair, usually reserved for a maid, across the room. "Look at me when I am talking to you!" he screamed.

"Of course, Your Highness. Forgive me," Blair said calmly, turning to meet his eyes. She kept a seemingly emotionless mask as her countenance.

Chuck scoffed, "Forgive you? Forgive you? How can I forgive you for what you've done to me, what you're doing to me? You let me have so little, but it is just enough for me to want more! Never am I fully satisfied, never!"

"You very well could be, but it is you who will not take me now. It is as if you are afraid that once you have what you think shall end it all, taking me, you will still want more. Or is that it, Chuck? Are you scared that your desire for me will not end with simply putting yourself between my legs?" Blair asked, taunting him with her eyes and voice. This was what it would come down to.

He stared at her, his chest heaving up and down. His hands fell to his sides and slowly he made his way towards her. He sat down by her knees and stroked his hand up her leg, curving in at her thighs. His fingertips rubbed very close to her center. He felt her burning skin, the way she tingled.

"Seems to me like I'm not the only one wanting more. I've felt many cunts in my time, but yours is the warmest," Chuck stated in the most vulgar of fashions. It was his defense system. Her words had figured him out, gotten down to the core, so now he wanted to sway her away from her reason—the only way he knew how to with a woman.

Blair didn't say anything, she couldn't. Never before had a man's hand, or even her own, been so close to her true place of femininity. She bit her bottom lip, unable to breathe, and leaned back more into her pillows.

Chuck followed her movements, coming over her once more. He traced his fingertips over the lining of her folds. "What do you want from me, Blair? Is it loyalty, being my one and only?" he asked.

"Don't mock me," Blair warned. Her eyes sparked with the fire that he knew brimmed beneath her surface more than anyone. She shook her head.

"I'm not," Chuck said honestly. He then curved his forefinger inside of her, but his facial expression did not change.

She gasped though, closing her eyes.

He leaned in, kissing her neck. "Be my mistress. I never saw the point in taking one, seeing as I only wanted a mere taste of everyone, but you've changed my mind. I promise we'd only share each other's beds," Chuck whispered.

Blair opened her eyes, looking into his, and shook her head. "No—no, that would not be true. I could never only be yours. I would be sleeping with my husband, birthing him sons," she told him.

Chuck's hand clenched tightly inside of her, causing her to cry out in slight pain. He yanked her against him with his other. "Don't say things like that in my presence. It makes me want to draw blood," he spat.

"You're about to," Blair retorted. She tried to pull away from him, but found him began to pump his finger inside of her. She gripped onto him, whimpering under her breath, as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"This game never has to end if I don't want it to," Chuck informed her, nodding his head. He quickened his words, as well as his driving digits, and her pulse.

She sounded as if she were crying when she spoke next. "You are wrong. I—I shall end it if I marry Thomas," Blair managed.

"If you marry Thomas?" he asked, eyebrows rising. He curled his thumb inside of her and held it in place, so tight that it was almost harsh. He forced her eyes open when using his free hand to hold her neck.

She gripped on tightly to his chest hair. "Perhaps you don't want me to. Perhaps if you think about it, you have an alternative buried deep in your mind, but your pride will not allow you to speak it," Blair whispered.

Chuck stared at her silently for a few moments and then began to stroke her center harder and faster than ever before. He smirked as she fell back onto her pillows fully, completely at his mercy. He came over her.

"Keep your maidenhead for now. I will have it though, now that I see what you want." Chuck leaned in closer and nipped at her ear. "You want me, don't you?" he rasped, feeling the fluttering in his stomach explode.

Blair didn't answer with words, but instead cried out in pure ecstasy. Her pupils dilated and she twitched on her pillows. Her hands came up and tore threw her long dark curls, rubbing her temples.

He chuckled darkly, retracted his hand, and kissed her forehead. "Doesn't feel so good does it?" Chuck taunted. He recalled how he had already tried so many times to pretend he felt her full satisfaction, but couldn't create it. In a way, he had been generous in giving her his actual touch.

She didn't say anything, but turned her cheek. Her eyes fixated into a glare at the wall. Never before had anyone infuriated, flustered, and relieved her all at once.

He brought his hand up to stroke her cheek. "This game is far from over, Blair. In fact, it's just beginning," Chuck informed her. A smug smirk was plastered on his lips.

Blair rolled fully onto her back and stared up into his eyes. She felt him lower his body onto hers and closed her eyes as he captured her lips in the most passionate of kisses.

He nuzzled his cheek against hers, finishing up, and pulled back. "Sleep well, Sweetheart," Chuck breathed. Then he winked at her, got up, and left.

She knew she wouldn't get a wink of sleep that night.

XOXOXOXOXO

A/N: Sorry this took so long to update, but I am finally done with high school! Anyways hope you enjoyed the chapter, let me know. The affair has officially started. And as always special thanks to my beta and translator. Couldn't do it without them!