253: Drunk In Desire

Drunk In Desire

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Her lips were sealed by his warm mouth, the taste that was equally intoxicating and uniquely his flooding all her senses. There was no rush in his movements, the kiss fleeting between a featherlight brush to a gentle dance, sucking and nibbling, a gesture so tender it was as if he was taking his sweet time tasting the most delicious delicacy the world has to offer. 

The moment he pried her lips open, she could not help but let out a moan.

He robbed her of air, of energy, of rationality…

Initially, her hands were pushing him away, but with him deepening the kiss, Oriana's resistance started to waver. Her heartbeat raced, and it was as if the blood inside her body had ignited, setting her desires ablaze.

She wanted to kiss him back.

She wanted to embrace him.

She wanted to—

'Ah, damnation. He won't remember it when he wakes up—-'

Oriana gave up, throwing caution to the wind. 

In the first place, she had long known that deep in her heart she was inexplicably attracted to this horrible, horrible man. He was mean, annoying and frustrating at times, yet his mere presence would also bring a smile to her face. Seeing him and hearing him speak made each of her days more bearable, more colorful, without rhyme or reason. 

Arlan was an imperfectly perfect man she could not bring herself to hate. Otherwise, she would not put up with his mood swings. She would have long run away from all the ill treatment she experienced from this man.

'Then, for tonight, let me show you how I feel for you.'

Slowly, she reciprocated his kiss. It was not her kissing him back, but her dominating the kiss. For the first time, Oriana allowed her emotions to spill over.

Her desire…for a man who couldn't be hers.

Her lips sought for him, and the pair of mates started to indulge themselves in a passionate kiss. Her hands still gripped by his, and he kissed her with no restraints. She could taste the rich flavor of wine as their tongues rolled together, his hot breath burning her cold skin. Greedy groans left his throat as if he wished more and more from her, drowning out her moans with the intensity of his kiss. 

Even through their clothes, she could feel the heat from his body, causing her own to burn up in response.

Oriana's fingers traced the contours of Arlan's face, feeling the lines of his jaws beneath her touch, before interlacing with his hair. On the other hand, Arlan gently cradled her neck, as if to declare her as his possession,  his other hand beginning its exploration of her body, making her feel as if she was melting under his touch. 

Oriana felt like she was going crazy! 

This man was making her go crazy with want and need. She could no longer tell which was which. All she knew was that everything he did, his every touch, his every breath, she was willing to accept them all and more…and she didn't know what was wrong with her. 

Neither of them wished to stop. 

The sensation of their lips and the soft caress of each other's breath, they lost themselves in the raw connection they have discovered. 

It would be perfect if only time would stay still and preserve this moment…

Her arms moved to circle around his neck, her intimate action causing him to rub his body against her delicate one, finding comfort on its own. Soft moans left her throat as his mouth moved further down to her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth and harshly sucking on it. 

Overwhelmed, she could not help but arch her neck for him, offering herself up to him without misgiving. 

She had been so drunk in her own desires that even if what he was offering was poison, at this point, she was willing to drink it.

Or so she thought.

When his hand roaming around her body began to unbutton her shirt, rationality also began to return to her head.

"Y-Your Highness…" 

Breathless, she held his wrist to stop him, but in response, the man moved his mouth back to kiss her and rob her of her energy to resist.

"...eungh…mmmh…"

By the time he pulled back, allowing to gasp for breath, she discovered that the prince had successfully unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, his rough thumb gliding on top of her collarbone, his hand ready to begin another round of exploration around her chest. 

"Please don't."

His hand froze as he lifted his gaze, his half-lidded eyes dark with desire gazing into hers. 

For a moment, Oriana wondered if he had sobered enough in that short span of time, and perhaps he was able to understand her words. Just as she was about to let out a sigh of relief, his head lowered and his hot breath tickled her skin.  Burying his face in the crook of her neck, his hand moved away from her chest, and instead wrapped his arms around her.

Arlan remained motionless in that position. Oriana wondered for a while what was going on. Finally unable to tolerate all of his weight pressing down on her, she tentatively called, "Your Highness…?" 

She reached out to caress his head, only to freeze when she felt drops of warm liquid on her neck. 

'Tears!'

"Your Highness, are you alright?" she asked in a gentle manner, but there was no reaction from him. 

After calling out a few more times, she understood he had fallen asleep. Yet her heart ached at the thought of him shedding tears, even though she did not know the reason. Oriana closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around him, hoping that her action would bring even the smallest comfort to the unconscious man.

With his entire body pressed against her, not only his shallow breathing, even the steady rhythm of his heart, Oriana could sense them all. Perhaps it was her imagination, but her heartbeats began to match his.

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