Sign

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. R 18+ ONLY)

Isadora could feel the probing gazes of the maids all over her as she strode across the hallway. She was carrying a tray for Alexander's breakfast. At this rate, she knew it won't be long until the news reached the dreadful princess. By the way she had been possessive of Alexander last time, she wondered if the two were truly in love. Since she stepped into this palace, she had not seen the two together, let alone when speaking. This realization made her furrow her brows. Or was she just an envious sister. But the way she had confronted her last time was akin that of someone in love.

"I heard that she threw herself to his highness for money." A maid said. Of course Isadora heard and she could not help but gasp in surprise. They were all mistaken, she thought. The rumor had been turned and twisted in to something she couldn't even imagine she would ever do in her entire life. To sell her body was just out of her principle.

Hurrying through the hallways to avoid the impudent gazes of the maids, she found herself inside Alexander's room and released a heavy sigh of relief. She had even lost count of how many times she had sighed today.

"Did someone die or what?" Came that familiar yet seductive voice of his. Her head whipped towards him and the moment their eyes met, time seemed to have stopped. Don't fall for his antics Isa, she scolded herself reminding her body and mind what she had just declared. But as much as she wanted to stay away from him, she couldn't even lift her gaze from him. It was as if he had spellbound her with the gaze, holding her captive and in position. She had to remind herself to breath. Why.. why did it happen every time she vowed to keep a distance from him?

"Alexander?" She called out softly when she managed to break free from his spell. "About last night," she began in a shaky voice before lifting her eyes again to face him. "Everyone thinks that I offered myself to you." She said in a solemn vice that was laced with regret. Regret for spending the night in this man's room. How could she have been so naïve to even consent to it. But he had prevented her from leaving, right? As much as she tried to console herself, the more guilty she felt.

"Is that so?" He asked. An evil smile crept its way on his face and he looked amused by the whole thing. Isadora could see the smile reach his eyes and he was now striding towards her with measured steps. Still, she expected nothing less from him. He was shameless, always.

Alexander crossed the distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers. And by the way he looked at her, Isadora knew that he was up to something wicked. She was still holding the tray that contained his breakfast.

He moved closer, so closer that she could hear his even breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. His mouth moved towards her ear and she was jolted by his warm breath. Goosebumps were now crawling under her skin. And butterflies in her stomach too. What was he up to now?

"Isadora," he whispered her name sweetly and she jolted in surprise but stiffened as there was no space to escape. He noticed her reaction and placed his hands on the door caging her in between. There was no escape now.

"What if I told them that I spent the night with you doing all kind of wicked things to your body. How I kissed and worshipped every inch of your flawless skin. How I sucked the air out of your luscious lips and kneaded your breasts under my arms until a moan escaped your lips. And then, I trailed southwards to your sex and sucked it until you called my name and held my hair while calling on to me erotically. And I answered your call and drowned you in pleasure, penetrating your most inner walls….." The rest of the statement came out as a husky breath as Alexander begun raining kisses on Isadora's bare neck. Her mind was mud and her face as red as a blooming rose flower.

How could she even be able to resist him when he was seducing her with a mere look. And now that his words had worked their magic, she had already been aroused and felt her inner thighs bubble with something alien. And the moment he placed a kiss on her neck and sucked her skin, all reason left her and she instinctively released the tray she was holding.

However, none of them noticed it as they were lost in pleasure. Isadora bit her lower lip between her teeth preventing a moan from escaping her throat. But for how long? Alexander was amused by the way she was responding and his lips moved upwards, crushing his lips against hers. The kiss was soft at first but then turned to a heated one as seconds ticked. Oh gods! No matter how many times he kissed her, he had to admit that he just couldn't get enough. Her divine taste could only be compared to heaven's ambrosia.

She seemed to vibe along well and she opened up for him. Their tongues entwined as he sucked the air out of her leaving her breathless as they headed towards the bed. The two landed on the soft fabric but funny enough, their lips were still entwined, as if glued. Alexander finally directed his direction towards her face as he trailed southwards. He made sure to explore each part of her skin.

His lips rested on her neck and he gave that spot so much attention. She quivered under his mercy and held his hair instinctively as if tugging him closer. Alexander paused and looked at her eyes, searching for an emotion. But all he could see was pure hunger and longing in them. Her face had even frowned showing the discomfort she had when he stopped. Gods knew how much he waited for that sign.