Hunger

She welcomed it. To her great shame, she welcomed the bruising crush of his lips against her own, opened her mouth to the thrust of his hot tongue, and pressed her body even harder against his as though she could not be close enough.

He broke away, panting slightly, and looked down at her with his eyes still half-closed and hazy with desire. Talia curled her fingers against his chest, digging her nails into his tunic as though would shred the cloth from his body.

The Prince's arm tightened around her again as he hefted her up. He let go of her hair long enough to sweep the dishes to the floor and then dropped her roughly on the edge of the table as china smashed against the tile. He took a step back, and she moaned again at the loss of his arms and body, but the Prince ripped his tunic over his head and dropped it to the ground. He stood just out of arms reach from where he'd set her and paused with his hand resting on his belt.

She wanted to touch him. She wanted to rake her fingers down the ridges and hard, tight, bumps and planes of his chest and abdomen. His skin glistened already, perhaps from the heat of the room, perhaps from the tension or from the heat of holding her fast against himself earlier, but she wanted to lick him, to run her tongue across his skin and taste the salt of his body and feel him trembling under her touch.

Why did he stand so still and out of reach? Why was he staring at her as though he were afraid of her? She wanted him between her legs. She knew instinctively that the heat and throbbing and empty ache between her legs would feel better if she could press against him there.

Talia licked her lips and stared directly into his eyes willing him to understand that she was burning inside and that she needed him to do something, anything. That her entire body was crying out for his touch.

She lifted her own hand and slowly ran her fingers over her gown until she was cupping her breast. She squeezed her breast and almost cried out at the feeling of frustration that it was not his large and rough hand, that the fabric of her clothing was like a wall between them, that he still did not move.

"Fuck," he whispered, his dark, burning eyes widening at her actions. "Fuck, I can't... I can't..."

Talia whined and reached behind her back, tearing desperately at the hooks that held the bodice of her gown tight against her.

At last, he moved forward, and she felt his hands cover her own as he deftly moved to unhook each of the dozens of tiny clasps. Talia leaned forward and quickly ran her tongue down the line that separated the muscles of his abdomen. He gasped, and she could feel that he was trying to hurry now, that he was clumsily pulling at the stubborn hooks without patience, that he was making less progress than before. She grinned and leaned forward to kiss and lick his chest. The salt of his skin was a welcome taste after the sweet stickiness of the wine. He was panting now, and as she circled his nipple with the tip of her tongue she felt him shudder beneath her fingers. She stopped and glanced up at him, when he looked down to meet her eye, she grinned evilly and flicked the tip of her tongue across his nipple.

"Haaa!" he panted, his mouth hanging open.

Her fingers raked his chest, stopping at his belt. Looking down she could see the massive bulge that had grown beneath it. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to press herself against it. She wanted to see it!

Carefully and very, very slowly, she let go of his belt and traced the outline of the bulge in his trousers with one finger.

"Fuck this!" Prince Mikhail hissed, and with one quick yank and the sound of ripping fabric, tore the back of her dress the rest of the way open.

Talia struggled to her knees as he pulled and yanked the dress down and off of her, freeing her arms and chest. She worked desperately at the knot that held her upper bindings in place, as he tugged at her skirts, finally pushing her off her knees to free her legs. Her dress at last lay in a torn heap on the floor amid the scattered china shards and glass. He ripped off her boots next, and then her stockings, but paused as she managed at last to free herself of her chest bindings and toss the cloth aside.

His eyes explored every inch of her flesh--from her neck, to the rounded curves of her breasts, to the small frilly Unarian underpants she still wore, and she could see the hunger in them. She could see herself through him, laid out on the table like a meal, naked and shivering in anticipation. He was starving. She felt ashamed, but not ashamed enough to stop.

"I'm going to taste you," he growled.

Talia nodded and moaned low in her throat as she arched her back, thrusting herself temptingly at him.

"Everywhere. Every part of you," he warned. His fingers stroked the insides of her legs, and she could feel the heat growing in her lower parts. She writhed on the table again, moving her hips as though desperate for relief.

Prince Mikhail lifted her leg and bent her knee. He grabbed her ankle and brought her foot to his mouth. Confused, Talia watched as he gently kissed the bottom of her foot. He glanced down at her, meeting her eyes as he opened his mouth and slowly began to suck on her toes.

"OH!" she cried out, shocked at the tingling sensation that started in her toes and raced across her body. Her leg was shaking in his grasp, and he began to stroke and massage her thigh as though it would calm her, as though she were frightened. Did he not realize that it only made the throbbing between her legs intensify? What was he doing? The very taboo nature of a man, of the Prince of the Empire at that, kissing her foot and sucking her toes-- it seemed wrong or dirty or... it was thrilling! It was...

All thoughts left her head as his tongue moved down her leg and stopped as he roughly kissed and bit her thigh. He dropped her leg abruptly and grabbed her waist with both hands. He lifted her hips from the table and dragged her closer to him as he thrust forward grinding the massive bulge in his pants against the barely covered throbbing sensation between her legs.

"AHH!" she cried, rocking her hips to feel the sensation of his hardness moving across the almost painfully sensitive opening there.

She saw him wince and his jaw tighten as he grit his teeth and wondered if she was hurting him somehow. He looked as if he were in pain, but in the next instant his hand shot forward to roughly cup her breast and squeeze it, and he covered her with his body to kiss and suck roughly on her neck, licking her, biting the hollow of her shoulder, roughly kissing her jaw.

She cried out again, and wrapped her legs around his waist lifting her hips to grind against his hardness and he moaned low in her ear, his hand gripped her chest almost too hard, and she whined in response to the pain she felt. When he let go, she cried in protest but his mouth took the place of his hand as he began to lick and suck the curve of her breast, sucking and kissing and biting until she felt his tongue flick across her nipple, and her entire body jerked in response to the jolt it sent through her.

His leaned back so that she to drop her legs, and then slid his hand slowly down her stomach. When she felt his fingers slip beneath her underbinding, she urged him to continue with a low moan. He had almost reached it, that place, that spot that quivered and ached and begged to be touched. She could feel how wet it had grown whenever she moved even slightly, and her cheeks burned as she realized he would touch it and he would know.

His thumb brushed across the nub at the top of her wet quivering entry and her entire body jolted violently at the shock of lightening that passed through her.

"Wha.. what.. oh gods... why does it..."

"Ssssssh," he soothed, as his thumb began to rub small, slow circles across that quivering bundle of raw nerves. Talia's entire body jerked repeatedly in response.

"S-s-s-top," she cried, frightened by the strange tense feeling that was growing deep inside her.

He stopped only to move one long finger down and across the slick entrance between her legs, slowly tracing the folds until his finger reached her opening.

He was going to slide it right into her. Talia froze, holding her breath both horrified and excited by what he would do next.

Mikhail smiled at her and withdrew his hand. Without breaking eye contact, he raised the finger he had rubbed between her legs so that they could both see that it was covered in her juice.

Horrified, Talia could feel her cheeks burn. She wanted to hide her face so that she did not have to see it, but before she could do anything, Mikhail slipped his finger into his own mouth, tasting her as he watched her reaction.

With his other hand, he began to tug at her at her underbindings and underwear, yanking them down little by little.

Something in her head told her that she should stop him now. It would be too late to stop if she allowed him to go any further, but there was another part of her-- admittedly the burning throbbing aching part between her legs-- that did not want him to stop at all.

She shook her slowly, trying to think, trying to decide.

"Wait," she whispered. "Wait... wait.."

Prince Mikhail grasped the frilly fabric with both hands and tore, exposing her fully.

He dropped immediately to his knees beside the table and lifted her leg to set it on his shoulder.

"Wait?" he repeated calmly.

When she did not answer, he kissed the inside of her thigh and licked it roughly.

"Wait?" he asked again.